Ian bared no mind to the denizen cleaner or the sercurity staff instructing her. She did not seem to be in trouble, and she was regular enough that she wasn't likely a target of the security personel. however, Jessica was there, and difusing any escalation with her was quite the feat. "Shakes" on the other hand, was something else. Ian had seen the smile when he caused terror and pain. The two were enough trouble separately. Best not to agitate them more, he thought.<br/><br/>Taking a pen and his clipboard, Ian surveyed the Mr. Handy. Regular maintainence of technologies was one of the things that helped pass time during the mundane hours. Ian knew and worked on just about every robot in the vault. He was one of the few maintainence personel who could actually repair the computer terminals still. So he at least had a place.<br/><br/>Still today was his more busy day. After his morning sweep of the atrium and checking the work orders of the overseer and security, he'd have to head to the lower levels to for his heavier workload.<br/><br/>The Mr. Handy was in good working condition, suprising for this model. He'd had to rewire it twice last month.  Placing his clipboard in his satchel, the mild mannered engineer proceeded to the edge of the Atrium, checking the work order board for any assignments from the higher ups.<br/><br/>((http://rpgpcgames.net/wp-content/uploads/falloutMMO3.jpg (http://rpgpcgames.net/wp-content/uploads/falloutMMO3.jpg) Naturally Ian is without a coat and all those lovely toys))