Nathan cursed as his proposition was shot down. He knew that they would all die eventually because of the Overseer. With supplies running out, it would be stupid to trade food for protection when they were already running on a limited supply of food anyway. "Dammit...!" He murmured to himself as he stood up. "Mark my words Michelle, the day will come when you're overthrown when all the slaves decide to fight back for their lives." He said before kicking over the chair he was sitting in. Storming out, he brushed his shoulder against Lexi but didn't bother to apologize for it. Returning to his post, he grumbled. 'Hmph...Maybe I should find some muties and lead them here...that'll show her...' He thought in his head. "If things keep up...I'm gonna try and head to Madison Square to see if they'll take me in as a resident." Opening the vault door, he allowed whatever merchants that were waiting to go inside to trade with the trading raiders of Vault 38. Sitting back, his mind was still occupied on how he would live HIS life...not the Vault's life.