It's not a bomb collar. This is what Elle tells herself. She can deal with a blindfold. And it's not like she's going to be truly blind. She quietly flips her Pip-Boy's screen as they start to walk.

Elle circles the question again and again in her mind. What is it they want so badly? She knows there's no point in obsessing over it, she's going to find out once they get there, but... There's no way at all to prepare for this, not even to brace herself. Well. She's going to have to rely on improvisation and her typical sheer, dumb luck. And I've got plenty of practice with that.