Eric groans as he awakens, moving his left hand up to rub his throbbing temples. His arm feels heavy, weighed down. That's when he notices the pip boy around his wrist. "What the fuck?" He asks, confused as he looks the device over. He's only ever seen these things on those vault dwellers. Is that where he is? In a vault?<br/><br/>He looks down at himself to see if he's for some reason wearing a vault jumpsuit, only to find that he isn't. In fact, he isn't wearing anything! Well...that is except for the pip boy. He quickly clambers to his feet, hands moving to cover his exposed manhood as he looks around, searching for the son of a bitch responsible for this.<br/><br/>He sees only other captives, naked like him. Then his eyes fall on one in particular. "Sierra!" He shouts, quickly moving over to her naked and still form, crouching down next to her and gently shaking her, trying to wake her up from whatever knockout drug was undoubtedly used on them. "Sierra...are you allright?" He asks as she seems to be coming around his eyes quickly scanning her body for any injuries. The only thing he saw was her smooth, tattooed flesh. He found it oddly beautiful. He quickly shakes such thoughts from his head as he helps her to her feet. "Any clue what the hell is going on here?" He asked, moments before that....that thing showed up.<br/><br/>He glared at the odd machine as it spoke, the monitors making up a strange sort of face that, dispite its best attempts looked entierly inhuman. "What the hell are you? Where the fuck are we?" He asked, or rather, demanded. He glared and grimaced at the thing as it spoke about the research study and 'one upping' the competition. "And why the fuck would we want to help you do anything?" He asked bitterly, not much enjoying the thought of the....thing touching his sister. Which it obviously had to in order to strip her of her weapons and clothes.