Arcade with professionalism.

Thankfully, House did know of one 'decent' doctor who might be willing to temporarily relocate. He'd sent Tamia down to the Old Mormon Fort where the Followers of the Apocolypse were located.

Apparently, the group had been causing him trouble since they moved in, messing with RobCo tech when they had the chance, attempting to hack into the Lucky 38 to find the source of House's longevity, and even telling new visitors to New Vegas to not waste their lives away in a casino... Yeah, House didn't like them one bit.

So, Tamia considered that she may have been sent to 'steal' one of their doctors to slow the group's influence gain in Freeside. The Followers of the Apocolypse were basically the only charity service in the Mojave, and they spent most of their time healing those in need, helping people with addictions, and providing shelter to those who'd spent their life savings in the strip.

Tamia thought they were pretty respectable, regardless though, Novac needed a doctor. And that is where she'd find one. House had told her about one man who was considered better than the rest, more researcher and scientist than an actual doctor from what he'd managed to find out.

Arcade Isreal Gannon.

It isn't difficult to enter the Mormon Fort, for all intents and purposes it's almost always open. The only exception to this rule is when gangs attempt to raid the place for medical supplies and to take advantage of the weak and injured.

As has become usual these days, she receives hard and curious looks from various people as she walks in. A woman with a wild mohawk walks towards her with a stern expression, "Excuse me, do you have business here?"

Tamia raises a brow at the oddly hostile greeting, "Yeah, I'm looking for a guy called Arcade Gannon, know 'em?"

"Depends on why you need him." she states, and Tamia just huffs at the woman.

"I just need to talk with him, that's all."

Julia lets out a long sigh and gestures towards a tent at the back of the fort, "He should be over there, I'll be keeping an eye on you though." he states and Tamia nods, walking over to the tent.

Tamia approaches the tent and enters inside, spotting a man with short blonde hair and glasses hunched over a table with heaps of paperwork. "Er, hello?"

The man jolts at the sudden greeting and slowly turns to her, "Hi. You need something?" he abruptly and rather rudely asks.

Tamia nods, "I'm here to ask for your help-"

"Oh, really." Arcade cuts her off, "Let me guess, Someone sprained their ankle and everyone else is busy with more pressing matters? OH! Or have they run outta coffee again?"

Tamia raises a brow, "Er, no... Does-"

"Ah, I know! Did they need someone to clean the faeces from someone's clothes?" he asks, seemingly frustrating himself further as he continue.

"No!" Tamia finally exclaims, stopping Arcade's rant. "I don't even work with the Followers of the Apocolypse... Is that something they usually make you do?" she asks, feeling like Arcade smarter than that Julia chick she'd spoken with earlier.

Arcade shrugs, "Alright, I may have been slightly facetious, but not by much. My research is important, and yet they treat it like toilet paper, sure it's on a bit of a slump, but you can't force progress!" he sighs and looks back at her, "You said you needed help?"

Tamia nods, "Not just me, but a whole town. I come from Novac, you heard of it?"

His eyes light up in recognition, "Ah, yes, I've heard of it... And you more importantly... The mysterious courier working for House, right?"

"I wouldn't say 'mysterious', just forgettable." she jokes.

Arcade snorts, "Forgettable? You're making history... I'm still undecided whether that's good or not though... What do you need from me? From what I heard Novac has become a fortress, I'm not exactly soldier material."

Tamia looks him over, "I don't know, I think you have potential... But that besides the point, we need a doctor. The town was hit hard the other day by some mercenaries hired by the NCR or the Legion... Or both... To be honest I wouldn't be surprised if there was a third party involved with attention we've attracted."

"A doctor, huh?... I don't know, I mean, my research might be in a slump but it's nothing a bit of elbow grease couldn't fix... Plus there are probably hundreds of other doctors you could hire that aren't using their skills for the betterment of their fellow man."

Tamia shrugs, "There probably are, but I doubt I could trust them. Who's to say they won't be bribed to botch procedures, poison the citizens, and assassinate high priority targets? At least you come with a rather fantastic recommendation."

"Recommendation?" questions Arcade who seems thoroughly confused.

Tami nods, "House sent me in your direction. If that ain't something to be proud about then I don't know what is."

"H-House? He knows who I am?... He's watching me?" Arcade chokes at her words, the implications of which making him look around the tent anxiously.

"Forget about that, if he wanted to do something he wouldn't have sent me here... Plus, he seems to have a good opinion of you, better than the rest of the people here. Anyway, you wouldn't have to stop your research, just put it on hold whenever someone gets injured... Think of it as a scientific expedition." she urges, attempting to persuade the man.

"Hmm... I mean, people do say that working on a problem from different angles helps its completion... Novac..." he trails off, "Do you know someone called Daisy? They should still be living there." he asks, sitting up straight.

Tamia nods, "Daisy's fun. She'd currently the mayor of Novac."

...

"Mayor? Huh, never thought she'd willingly take that job." he shakes his head, "Whatever, you've convinced me." he says, standing up and grabbing a satchel and stuffing his papers inside, afterwards grabbing a bunch of medical supplies and storing them.

As he's doing this Tamia notices the Plasma defender holstered on his hip under his lab coat. At least he knows how to defend himself she thinks to herself.