It was common for many of the Vault Dwellers to pester Michelle throughout the day, and sometimes the Overseer would mentally scold herself for forgetting to lock the door.  “He wants us to abandon the Vault.  Thinks we’ll be much safer outside in the wasteland than in here.”  She smirked at the thought, clearly being too stubborn to accept any logical solution.  It was up to her, and she didn’t want to leave here.  Here, she was their leader.  But if they left and found a new settlement, then she would no longer have her authority.  Unless she allied herself with the strongest people in their group.<br/><br/>“I think he’s a little deluded about the outside world.  You don’t find any deathclaws, radscorpions or mirelurks in Vault 38.”  She then fixed her hair, continuing her attention on the Mexican.  “So what brings you here?  Are you here to tell me we should leave as well?”