The blistering heat of the Capital Wasteland seemed to not bother Sam in the slightest as she trudged alongside you, using her massive shadow to provide shade. Each heavy footfall of hers left a noticeable imprint in the cracked, barren earth. Cautiously, she scanned their surroundings, constantly alert for impending danger.

Sam suddenly halted, her nostrils flaring as she caught an unfamiliar scent on the wind. Without warning, a guttural growl rumbled from deep within her chest. "Sss-you... R-r-raiders," she hissed out as her face twisted into a predatory snarl. Sensing one of the enemies crouching behind the wall of the abandoned gas station, Sam lunged forward, her powerful legs propelling her like a giant spring as she turned the tables on the unsuspecting ambushers. The air filled with the sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping, and the brief, futile screams of the raiders as they were reduced to little more than bloodied heaps scattered through the ruined establishment.

Breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell with a primal intensity. Indulging in her innate bloodlust, Sam stood in the center of the carnage, her lips curling back in a satisfied and toothy grin as she surveyed her bloody work. One raider, barely clinging to life, attempted to crawl away like a bug. Sweetening up her prey with false hope, Sam allowed him to make just a little distance before her booted foot came down hard on the raider's back, shattering his spine into pieces with an audible crunch before he went completely still. With a rough yank, she ripped the Pip-Boy from his arm, then turned towards you. Her voice was a low growl as she held out the device to you. "F-f-for you," she rumbled, a crooked grin spreading across her face, revealing her sharp, predatory teeth. "M-m-made them d-d-dead, keep you s-safe." Her tone was possessive, her eyes gleaming with a strange mixture of pride and fierce loyalty as she presented her bloody present.