"I also have some caps, and I believe something’s that I can trade." Curie then stops by the door, when she thinks of the words Myrna is saying about refusing to sell to synths and she frowns.

And she then clears her throat, as she leans against the red door to look at Danse. "Perhaps we should wait until Monsieur Percy is working." She doesn't trust Myrna, no; she doesn't like the very paranoid merchant much.

"But I do know we are in need of ammunition and I might consider a power armor frame." It might help her keep up with Danse, and with a cobbled together pieces of armor they come across, some extra protection as well.