'God damn it Poe...' Dallas muttered, tapping his legs on the chair. He looked up to Sabin. Definitely younger than him, late teens or maybe early 20s. Dallas looked over to his pip-boy, lifting up his wrist and inspecting it. He did remember what pip-boys did back when he was smaller. His caretaker after his parent's tragic death had one, and he once remembered Caroline telling him about them, and how she always wanted one. 'Damn it, she'd like this...' Dallas muttered, lowering his arm. He didn't pay attention to Sabin. Instead, he slid himself slightly away from Poe, pulling out a cigarette and his lighter, setting the cigarette a light and taking a breather in. Dallas sighed with slight relief, this made him feel better.

He remembered when he was a trooper like him, back before Caroline's kidnapping. He wore the same NCR trooper get up that the man did. Man, Dallas sure hated that armour. He remembered it being itchy, really itchy and very uncomfortable. Dallas slightly felt sorry for what Sabin is going to go through with Poe. He held his lighter in his hand, and quickly stuffed it into his pants pocket, trying to fulfill Poe's request. 

Give him a break Poe...' Dallas said, looking at him. 'He just got here don't give em a heart attack...' Dallas took out his cigarette from his mouth and exhaled the fumes. He awaited for the Trooper, hoping that he doesn't fall to his death. It's been awhile since Dallas actually SAW any NCR other than himself, minus a few rangers here and there in the Nevada. It's been a while since Dallas saw an actual Trooper, let alone go back to Camp Golf. Dallas sat there as the kid caught the grenade, and noticed his change in face. The kid had an idea, and Dallas kind of liked that. Dallas saw right through Sabin's little trick, and smirked slightly. 'Good job kid...' Dallas thought, looking at Poe's reaction.