From the way his head lifted, it could not be argued that his eyes locked with hers. His grip on the rifle tightening ever so slightly.<i>"What, am I? Why, was this done to me?"</i>Slowly pushing off of the wall and taking two short, but decisive steps closer.<i>"What augments?"</i>His gravelly, husk of a voice, even muffled through the mask, was filled with anger. Not the sort shown by a drunkard or crazy. No, this was a slow simmer fury: a progressive build that would have otherwise been perfectly masked. The tip of an iceberg of rage.<i> "NCR... Who are they?" </i>Words accented by a growl.<i>"You keep refering to them..."</i>His mind shifting gears as the songs shifted channels.<br/><br/><i>"I, woke up on a slab... Some fixer upper doc... Had recovered me, after his student found me... Outside a town, victum of a mine."</i>He tactfully neglected to tell then it was an electro-magnetic pulse mine.<i>"He was planning to sell me... Whole or in parts... Why?!"</i>Stomping another few feet closer, the barrel of the gun lifting. The damwaters broken, his sentiments once repressed boiling up. His knuckles cracking under the pressure he was putting on the gun.<i>"Duos Nuvem Unos, it's a branding... On my armor... NOT my name!"</i>Another step closer, the cool metal barrel brushing against the nudist's full breasts.<b><i>"WHO AM I?!"</i></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>