Max sucked in a deep breath when Angel muttered the words 'Get as many as you can' he knew for sure if he dwelled in the burrow long enough that he would be endangering his life. But he had done far worse things for a couple of credits but right now he was down a mechanical arm, that actually functioned properly and didn't squeak, moan and wheeze whenever he moved it<br/>He had been working on an add-on for his echo unit to be able to summon his DT but no matter what he did it always ended with him burning the system out or blowing a fuse for the whole of Sanctuary and then having to explain to Scooter why he was scrambling through the dark streets with his tools in hand to fix his mistake.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah... Sure, as many as I can.. I'll be sure t'be safe, Darlin' ahm'a Geir, we're always safe"</strong>he said with another cocky sneer as he looked up at the rocky spire quietly freaking out in his own mind. Thanks to his disability, though the man wasn't as muscular as you'd think he'd found ways to manoeuvre his body and pull his own weight over time since he'd lost his left arm and found useful ways to climb. His feet hooked into the crags of the spire and his fingers found holdings to allow himself to scale the outside of the housing that contained the baby Bullymongs. There wasn't any sign of mothers or nurses, they all seemed to be out hunting. Which was odd, according to Koen she had said there was always one mong in hiding ready to strike anyone down that dared threaten the lives of their young. But the Engineer didn't remember that small and insignificant, to him, detail.<br/><br/>After a few scrambles and an almost failed attempt at Mission impossible-ing through a few crags in the rocks Max managed to make it to the 'wall sphincter' as Claptrap oh so eloquently put it. Poking his nose over the rim and into the darkness he could make up a small pile of what looked like discarded furs. A playful grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he pulled himself further into the hole to get a good look at the babies for Angel.<strong>"Come ta' pa'pa... "</strong>hooking his body over the ledge and kicking his feet to keep balance.<br/><br/>It was then there was a rumbling. Flecks of snow and ice shuddered and fell from the roof of the burrow and the large Ginger gulped hard as a tingle shot up his spine as another rumble quaked through his body. He started to panic not being able to see around him, Max worried the mongs had returned sooner than he thought they would and didn't think about keeping his cool, his legs kicked throwing him off balance and into the burrow landing to the side of the sleeping Mongs.<br/><br/><strong>"Itaiiii"</strong>he moaned in Japanese running his mechanical hand down his body to check and make sure he hadn't broken anything<strong>"I'm fucked... A-Angel"</strong>Max wheezed feeling his chest burn in pain. The drop from the entrance to the ground seemed to have fractured a rib.<strong>"Oh god... I think I broke something....but um... I'm alive... For now... "</strong>he wheezed again as small eyes peered at him from the darkness, the eyes of the baby Bullymongs blinked at the stranger. Watching his movements.