"Hey...don't feel so down about it. It was either you or her...right?" He said as he tried to make Rayne a bit happier. He knew she always felt regrets about her job...but in the world they lived in, there was never any true freedom. What he and she had, what Nathan and Rayne were living in...they were lucky enough to be what they were. Watching her begin to rummage through her pack, he leaned back and pressed the console on the vault control panel to close the vault behind the merchants...Not much trading had gone on. Just some food in exchange for some scrap and a grenade. He sighed before looking over to Rayne as she held the box of ammo for him. "Thanks Rayne." He said as he took it and pocketed it into his own bag that contained his personal belongings.<br/><br/>"I wish I could help you with any ammo problems you got...but all I have are junky broken weapons aside from my rifle. I can't seem to find any parts to fix up the old assault rifle from China that my brother had before...well...before he ran off and got shot down by the raiders in the process. He wasn't lucky enough to be like Nathan and be something more than a slave...and after his brother got shot, Nathan got punishment from the old overseer for letting the poor bastard out...Nathan was the one that had to put the killing blow into his brother.<br/><br/>Shaking his head to get the memories out, he looked to Rayne with a small smile. "Shall we got hit the bar? You look like you're out of vodka." He said chuckling to her. "I'm sure I can sell some scrap I've got in exchange for a bottle of vodka or two. My treat. What do you say Rayne?"