Michelle listened to his proposition, and his sob-story about having to sell his weapons and running out of caps to pay for anything else.  She then grinned at the prospect of moving out of the Vault, which to her, was an idea she didn't like the sound of.  "Move out of the Vault?  I don't know if you realise this, but when you're not safe in an underground bunker that survived a nuclear war, where exactly<i>can</i>you go?"  She was well aware of the facts that her logic didn't quite add up.  The solution was that they could lock-up the Vault door and never open it.  But then another problem arose that their supplies would eventually run out, and without any source of trade income then they would die.<br/><br/>And opening the door meant opening the door to the world's dangers again.  Michelle grabbed the pistol on the desk and placed it in to the holster on her upper thigh, turning once more to the door when it knocked a second time.  As it opened, there stood Lexi.  “Ah, Miss Carrington.  How are we today?”  She asked, expecting her to come in and sit in.  Michelle was well aware of Lexi’s gossiping nature, although it worked both ways.  The Overseer could find out things that she herself usually wouldn’t hear.  Lexi had a talent for knowing about the most secretive of conversations spoken by the other Vault Dwellers in private.