Summers aboard the Prydwen are hot as hell. Even being at such a high altitude, the amount of steaming machinery coupled with thick, itchy uniforms make things uncomfortable. With her welding gear and a torch in her hand, Beth is having a hard time adjusting to her new life as an engineer recruit for the Brotherhood of Steel. For just a brief moment, she finds herself alone and in desperate need of some breeze to cool off. Down go her trousers, and she sighs in relief as the wind races across her sweat-soaked skin. Enjoy it but hurry!, she thinks to herself, paranoid that a Proctor is going to round the corner and find her in this state…