" I grasp my canteen drinking a quick sip of water but as I do this I eye up everyone with me to make sure I'm surrounded by a group of strong people finding that I'm weak but I managed to get here from the other side of the United States to here, it surprised me that i survived getting here through caravans through my negotations with leaders of caravans, I still try talking to Hancock from Boston but it's been a while, I find my brains what negates my strength against people as I put my hands on my pistol at all times remembering the time my "family" was attacked in Boston while we were trying to get to a trade post I find myself weak from me being 5 foot and skinny from being starved so long without food for multiple times and my skin being sun kissed from being in the wastes for so long"