[That was an odd name. Not that Sibyll had much time to wonder what an 'ocelot' was before there was a gun aimed at her. Her stance snaps back to alert and ready. Perhaps she had been wrong in her initial guess at him not being interested in bloodshed.]

Sibyll.

Bit presumptuous, aren't you? You don't even know me.

[Doc Mitchell had saved her life. This 'Ocelot' had done nothing besides point a gun at her. One of these men had earned enough respect to say something like that to her without comment.

The second comment gave her pause.]

Since late summer. This place doesn't like to let go once it has its claws in you. Hope you weren't doing anything important when you were grabbed.

[There's a flicker of surprise that her mask doesn't manage to catch in time. Time to employ misdirection.]

Gunfight? You were taken right in the middle of a gunfight?

[Now she had even more questions for Snake. So many more questions.]

Hope you didn't shoot the nurse. She may be a part of this place but we sort of need her. Besides, didn't you say you were fighting snakes? Where's this man come in?

[The Campus was plenty confusing enough that Sibyll did not need to stretch herself playing up her bewilderment.]

Sibyll infuses her tone with all the grace, innocence and sweetness of an angel.]

You don't seem to be much different. I mean, you nearly shot me in the head without a second thought.

[Uh-oh.]

I'm a fair shot with it. But I don't think the fight would last long. I saw how you bounced that bullet and nearly took my head off. I can't imagine that'd be your only trick.

[Sibyll is quite talented at acting demure when the situation calls for it. And clearly this one does. Once she was more familiar with this Ocelot person, perhaps she'd let him see her skills. In the meantime, even if it was a bit humiliating, she would adopt the persona of someone who was only had basic knowledge about guns.]

Sorry to disappoint. In my world, you use a gun to protect yourself against all those mutated critters that have since spawned after the Great War. So far I've yet to see an over-sized gecko bounce a bullet.

I didn't say that. [She winces internally as her words come out just a little too sharp. But dammit, this was a nice gun!] Just that it's now being used more for protection. And in my world that means it's still getting used frequently.

But let's see if I can guess... [Slowly, she saunters over to Ocelot, glancing him up and down.] You're dressed... actually you look like a cowboy. But not quite. I'd almost guess you were from my time, but your clothes are too new and you don't know about the Great War.

[She backs away with a shrug.]

200 years ago in my time, someone decided it would be a great idea to launch all their nukes and the world ended. That's the Great War. Lasted less then a day.

[The Courier shrugs.]

Nope. Anyone who might have is probably long dead. Hell, the Enclave, the Pre-War US Government, doesn't even really exist anymore. Sometimes I'll find old stuff about the war, newspaper articles and the like, so maybe it was the Chinese? But I don't really know. All that matters to me is that Vegas was spared. It's an absolute paradise compared to somewhere like DC.

[She can't help herself. Sibyll begins to laugh.]

You've never been to Vegas, have you? Just heard the stories? Still, you remind me of someone. You two would get along quite well, too, 'cept he wants to remake Vegas into something... better.

Then I don't know if you could even call Vegas honestly 'dishonest'. Too much of a mix to make assumptions. But maybe you figured that out when you played your game with your 'friend'. You don't seem like the sort to play Russian Roulette and take the chance that he might lose.

[She's still smiling, but there's an edge to it when the gun starts spinning again. She is clearly not a fan of his tricks.]

Nice tricks, but I think I'm suitably impressed for now. Why don't you put that away for later? Leave me wanting more and all.