"Nothing, maybe, maybe something, we'll talk about it later." She said with a shrug. She had to get Jericho's take on things before she fully decided on her plan. He'd know whether or not what she wanted was even available, or if it still existed. "Mm, more of a frontier town." she agreed with Jericho and took a deep breath, lifting her own glass of whiskey for a long sip. She still didn't knock back often it made her cough but she could blame her mostly healed chest for the next day or two more at least.
She was.. upset but not mad. Now was the time to just move past it though, not something to be dealt with in public either way. Maybe he'd get better, maybe they'd end up splitting up over it, she didn't know yet but for now she was trying to hang in there until at least everything got ironed out or until she was sure that things were not salvageable. She hoped it was
"Well, Jericho sort of guards the town to make caps. I.. I'm very good at finding things others can't get to." She shook her head softly and then looked up at Mary again. There really wasn't any sort of charity outreach program in the wastes. Sure there were people who would give you their hard earned noodles, or wahtever, but you couldn't live like that for long. "Everything's hard out here. People don't have anything extra to give to charity. You gotta learn to pull your own weight in some way or other." She glanced towards Nova and then looked down again. "..everyone does."
When Ceara brushed off the topic, Simon didn't question it. There were a lot of topics that were honestly better left for more private areas, and if that was one of them so be it. He was content for a few minutes to listen as Jericho described Megaton, focusing on a slower intake of his third shot. His face felt a little warm now, and he realized he was probably taking them a bit fast, but baths helped that, right? There was no question that he was already feeling a bit more mellow, at least.
Moving his attention away from the drink for a brief second, his fingers found one of Arlington's crayons, lifting it to inspect. It was a pretty blue color, and he turned it a bit in his hand before dragging the tip along a small space of corner on her piece of paper. He didn't want to actually take away any of her work space, or use up any of the crayon, but the color was even nicer on the paper. He still continued to listen to the conversation, drawing his eyes back to Jericho after Ceara described his job. "Does it pay well enough?"
It wasn't that Simon was actually interested in doing something like that, but the idea that he'd have to find a way to make caps wasn't really beyond him. For however long he was going to be out in the wastes he'd probably have to find something.