Dallas turned around after the 'accident' finished. He stared down at Sabin. 'Poor kid.' Dallas thought. He was right, he felt sorry for Sabin. Dallas stood there, still staring at the window. He'd best not get involved on what was going on, just to stay there and look out the window. Dallas got bored of the outside world. He quickly walked over to the couch, picking up his helmet he'd placed there, and slowly put it on. He turned around, and walked back to the window, and past Sabin. Dallas arrived back at the window and stared out into the bright lights of New Vegas, this time with a metal helmet plastered across his head.

'Don't be cruel Poe...' Dallas called out 'Just a kid remember, he...' Dallas stopped 'He has the right to be afraid...' Dallas turned around. 'And I have a right too say this because I was just like him when i was younger...' Dallas looked at Sabin through his Visor, then turned around again. 'Get up kid...' He said 'I'd recommend not sitting there while more people come here... Wouldn't want to humiliate yourself more, would ya?' 

Dallas continued to stare at the lights. It was true, he was like Sabin when he was younger. Enthusiastic, and easily frightened. He was dead scared of nightkin as well, but over time got used to them, his fear shrinking to a point where he'd think that nightkin were just... there.