Frank was making his way towards one of the larger garishly decorated buildings when a shadow passed over him. He looked up and noticed the rather large and imposing figure of a Super Mutant. He sniffed derisively. Super Mutants have never been a real issue, most thinking themselves kin with him. He's worked on several in the past and learned he gained a sort of standing in some circles of them because of it. He didn't mind them too much, though the majority were loud and a little on the moronic side of the spectrum, he still found them to be good company. Not for conversation, but they do scare away most annoyances. The giant seemed to be lost in thought for a time before relaying his question. His accent, though garbled by the mutation, sparked a memory in the toxic lump that was once Frank's mind. He sounded vaguely Russian, like a young assistant at the old lab. Dimitri was the name, he thinks. Frank shook his head.<br/><br/>"Thankfully no, my friend I come from far to the east. New York. Heard of it? Empire State Building,The Knicks, no? Eh, never mind." Frank looks the mutant up and down, eyeing all the welded plates and the highly technological weaponry. He noticed that all this painted this one as something more than the common ones he's dealt with in the past. Interesting. "I'm Dr. Franklin R. Stein and yes, yes, I am aware. What do you go by, my friend?"