Out in the wastes the sun beat down hard on the hard packed dirt, Auto Tinker-Paw glanced out from under the twisted metal she sat under to rest on her travels. The sound of a gunshot reached her ears and instinct kicked in once more. Quickly hiding what she couldn't carry with her to the fire fight, she unsheathed her blade and rushed out with the hopes that she would make it there in time to help.

Or at least loot whoever was left...