Joy's Inventory
"No problem at all miss!", Joel says, not at all complaining when you slide him a few extra caps. Course you notice his eyes suddenly slide down for a moment, getting a good look at the significant amount of cleavage your displaying without your duster on. Still, people staring at your tits wasn't that much of a shocker. Sort of amusing when a bright red scaled lizard man was doing it though. He's tactful enough to keep the glance brief though, just a quick mental slip up on his part likely. That done you head out, getting a few glances from the other folks as they appreciate your fine form. Like Joel though, and of the more moral and civilized folks of the wastes in general, they keep the glances quick before going about their business of drinking and eating.
Outside you head to the chicken farm in question. It only takes a minute or so, and even if you didn't directions the settlement isn't so big that where you need to go isn't obvious. When you get there you see two long wooden houses in a modest pen, which attaches to what can only be Burt's house. There are chickens all over, however, their numbers did seem sparse for the size of the pen in question. On the porch of the house you see an old man leaning on a small railing that overlooks the kitchen. He's an older guy, with a big cowboy style hat on and a grey beard hanging from his face. In his hands is a double barrel shotgun, a box of mixed shells of scattershot and slugs next to him. When you get close he's quick to identify you. "Stranger eh? I reckon are resident frilly little deathclaw wannabe sent you?", he asks bluntly.