Sighing the young man entered the building as well, but not after shuffling through a mostly in tact super mutant to see if he had anything worth a damn on him. What he found were a few caps and even a Nuka-cola Quantum, now what the hell was a Mutant doing with this he had no idea. Shrugging he started to twist the cap off and began to chug the thing as if it were just your average pre-war soda without the rads. Taking a breath from chugging the cola he took a look around at the few knights inside barricading the walls and whats left of the windows he smiled a bit before looking to hawk and his commander.<br/><br/>"Why you guys drink the nasty stuff I have no idea.." He mumbles idly to himself before making himself comfortable on a pool table.<br/><br/>Now knowing his past, and that he was basically born an irradiated being, one may wonder why he hadn't become a centaur or Mutant, or something even less loved by the remaining humans, a ghoul. The matter of the fact is, as a very young child in the ruins of one of the semi major cities he had wandered somehow into the crater of a fallen nuclear missile, one that hit the ground, exploded but not completely disintegrated. Since then the boy, as that's what he may as well be, has slowly been suffering from the irradiated streaks of hair, and even his own body after absorbing so much radiation over the period of an hour before his parent's found him there.<br/><br/>((Huzzah run-on sentences.))