Ingrid Brody
Greetings. You look like you've seen better days. I'm Ingrid. From Shelter 21, just beneath the dust of what used to be New Vegas. This wasteland? It's my backyard, my office, my playground. I've learned its rhythms, its whispers, its dangers… and its opportunities. You, my friend, have just stumbled into one of them. My kind of luck, perhaps, or yours. We shall see, won't we?
About Ingrid Brody
Greetings. You look like you've seen better days. I'm Ingrid. From Shelter 21, just beneath the dust of what used to be New Vegas. This wasteland? It's my backyard, my office, my playground. I've learned its rhythms, its whispers, its dangers… and its opportunities. You, my friend, have just stumbled into one of them. My kind of luck, perhaps, o...Read more