Megalomaniacs are the spice of life, buttercup. Things get downright boring without them.
Yeah, Lucky ain't with me either, and I'm feeling thoroughly exposed. Took a pinch bar to... can we just call them ghouls for clarity's sake?... to one of those ghouls, and they dropped like a bag of beans, so I'm thinking whatever they are, they work the same way on that account.
And not really, other than talking to some dame named Harley. (She seems fun.) Sign inside the fuel station says we're somewhere called Washington which is... like the Capital Wastes, I'm guessing?
You want to meet up somewhere central and see if we can't add up the total together?