Outside the Red Rocket Gas Station; Post Trog Fight
Goldie was feeling contemplative after their battle with the not-people. Trogs, she thought she remembered someone calling them. Although, she remembered someone asking if she was a Trog and she didn't think that was right. She hoped not, anyway. The not-people were unsettlingly squishy when she hit them. She hoped that she wasn't squishy. She would have to ask Amnesty if she was. Koji was squishy. He kinda looked like the not-people, too. Was Koji a Trog?
She scratched behind one of Daisy's sets of ears while she contemplated. Daisy was definitely not a Trog. Daisy was a dinosaur.
"Nesty, is Goldie squishy?" She asked
The question caught Amnesty off guard, although most of Goldie's questions tended to. The super mutant was surprisingly inquisitive at times, in ways that Amnesty enjoyed. Especially considering the stories she'd heard of others. She thought back to the exhibit at the Robco Science Center, but tried not to linger on the thought for long.
"Probably not, I mean, muscle tends to be pretty tough. Hard to tear through. But you've probably got some squishy bits in ya. Gotta keep those protected," She shrugged before sitting down on a near by rock for a breath of air. Their last encounter with the trogs wasn't the worst it could be, and while she didn't know much about what the trogs were, she knew well enough what they were capable, and that was enough to put her on edge for the rest of the day. "Fortunate for the rest of us you're pretty good at that."