Frank noticed the slight pause his new companion had before speaking of his old gang, and figured it was a touchy subject. No sense prodding it then. Not yet. Besides, it's not like he didn't have a checkered past either, at this point. Sergei, hmm? Definitely Russian then. Frank wasn't big on his world culture, but he assumed it at least sounded Russian so he went with it. More to the point, he was pleasantly surprised by the man's way of speaking, much better than other Super Mutants he'd had run ins with. This was a good sign, he thought. The man knew electronics judging from his weaponry, and could fix and maintain it all himself, judging from the patch jobs done to his armor. The more Frank thought about it, the more he felt that he was right in thinking Sergei was different from the more common mutant in some respect. It was always good to have companions in new places and he doubted anyone else would fall in with him so easily.<br/><br/>"Well, Sergei, or Surge if you prefer it, I was planning on getting into the main city of Houston a few miles from here, but considering the state of it, figured they wouldn't take in a dusty old Ghoul with nothing to his name other than a hobby in making sure people don't die as often. So, I decided I would try and set up a practice here. There's a flyer for a job that says it'll pay a handsome 300 caps and lead to more jobs in the future. I'm not what most people would call able-bodied, but I doubt anyone in this throw rug of a city knows their radius from their ulna, so they'd have to take me on, I figure. I figure also that they'd take you as well, being as you are. You can accompany me if you'd like, if you're staying for the moment. Not sure what else there is here for people like us, anyway. Must stick together, yes?"<br/><br/>Frank patted Surge amiably on the arm and bent to retrieve his bag. "I'm looking for a place to rest for the moment. The meeting for the job still has hours yet and I'd like to rest whatever feet I have left for a few of them, at least. We can meet up later, merea. I hope to see you there. There are flyers all around the town if you'd like to see them for yourself." And in so saying, he turned around an headed down the path towards some of the more "decorated" buildings in search of lodging. A Super Mutant, and an intelligent one at that. Maybe luck is turning me a favor, he thought.