<i>"K, and her fireteams... Will cause, too much, ruckus... We need, small groups... Not... An army..."</i>Stated the ghost like being, tilting his head up slightly to meet Fanya's own gaze...<i>"Between, us three... And Loretta... Should be, enough firepower... For anything, we face..."</i>Although, something about the way he said it in his synthetic voice, implied that he doubted anything would survive the 'scouts'.<i> "Closed spaces... They offer, bottle necking... And a, lack of space... For bigger threats... We're not... Facing Deathclaws... Down there..." </i>His laboring voice was begining to wain... Clearly talking for long periods of time was still a hastle for the strange man... Though he felt it unwise to mention they might run into more of whatever he was...<br/><br/>He certainly hoped not...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>