Nathaniel "Fixer" Salvatore

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT A SYNTH INFILTRATOR WOULD SAY.

WHATEVER YA SAY, MCDONOUGH, JR.

OH WOW SOMEONE TARGETING A GHOUL, HOW FUCKIN' ORIGINAL.

God forbid I have a single goddamn aspiration.

Wait, what the fuck did I do now?

I'm just gonna pull my old standby costume outta the closet.

Ah, yes, the most common invention: drugs.

This ain't about my robots, my robots work great.

They should invent memories that work.

WELL, WOULD YOU ALL LOOK AT THE TIME, ME AND THE MISSUS BETTER BE HITTIN' THE HAY.

How the fuck do you forg-

[No, no. He made a promise. He will try to keep it for at least ten minutes.]

Never mind. We'll go to my workshop.

...I'm still gonna give you shit, but I'm not serious. You think 'business partners' is friendly, though?

It's a good way to get shot in the ass. Don't ask me how I know.

'Attaboy. C'mon, I keep my bag on me, let's get somewhere warm and I'll take a look.

'Business partners' is a crazy way to say 'I hired you for like a day.' The bot didn't get you too bad, did it? Still standin'.

Yes to the first, no to the second, and I'll give it at least an hour before I make some wise comment again.

Ah, right, the... blindness came after, right? You mask it pretty well, and out here I don't gotta tell you how useful that is.

Alright, well, if you know Claire AND our 'friends,' I guess it don't hurt. Nate Salvatore, if you want a real name. You still goin' by Sunshine?

[He could just leave him alone, it's what he wants.

But Nate knows when he's being an asshole, and he can usually figure out when he pushed something too far. That combined with his stupid instincts makes him pause.]

...I'm a medic. You want me to give you a hand with those wounds?

[Hoo boy. Those eyes never gave him any mercy.]

I could. Maybe somewhere a little... quieter?

Hey, she's her own woman. Just... have some class, Christ. "Mangos??"

You keep yellin' about lookin' at Claire, whaddaya want me to do? Pop the champagne? Jesus, kid...

Correct!

You seem pretty bothered.

even if he wouldn't admit that kind of hubris.)

Fixer was probably the name you heard, or Adam. You're a friend of Claire's, though, right?

Nah, my face probably just fell off in the meantime.

(His face slips into a cocky grin without him noticing. He'd heard a lot about the doctor during that first trip home, and a hell of a lot more since. He's rarely been upset that he saved someone, but she's a particular point of pride,

I could show y-

Glare louder, my vision ain't too good these days either.

I dunno, I heard that guy kinda sucks–

They make chems for that.

As a medical professional, I'm concerned.

As your husband, what guy I don't know a guy.

Well, I meant the stump, I guess, but maybe my memory's failed more than I thought.

You don't gotta. (He's quick to reassure her.) That's... it's what I do, y'know? We all pitched in for the mission in our own ways. I owed some dues anyway.

Oh. Well. This is awkward.

...Heeeeyyyyy. How's the rest of the leg?