Watching the vault door open after he programed it to, he watched as Rayne and the others walked in along with the merchants. Looking at the vodka she had offered him, he turned it down. "No thanks. You know I'm not a drinker Rayne." He said before shrugging as he laid back, hunting rifle between his legs lazily as he watched the merchants peddle their wares and trade with the raiders. "Yeah. Glad to see you aren't one of the unfortunate..." He said before looking to her, trying to make her smile...Misery loved company, and he'd be damned if he would let anyone become its victim. "But you know...I bet you would've looked nice with a collar around your neck...like a pre-war dog with a leash and all that." He said teasingly as he winked to her to show he was just fooling around with her. "So how'd the trip go? You were out of the vault for a good while. Thought you went and got yourself killed."