The next morning Danza woke up, sat up, and yawned while stretching. Grunting in slight pain as her stretching tugged on her stitches. Rubbing her hand gently over the bandages of her arm, she looked over at Nathan and smiled. He fell asleep sitting by her side. What a romantically cliche scene. Being careful not to wake him up, she slid out from under the covers and pulled on her clothes. She didn't see doc so figured until they did see each other, her surgery was for free. Leaving behind her other things other then her bag of caps, Danza left the clinic and went up to Moira's shop to see if she had any combat shotguns for sale. Sadly, in the midst of Danza's escape she had dropped her shotgun back at the warehouse. Although they were going to go back there anyway, she didn't like going anywhere without one. It's not like it would be a total waste of caps, she could simply use the parts to repair her original one once she got it back. Hopefully the deathclaw had died of blood loss by now. No way it survived all the bullets and shrapnel that she emptied into it.