Poe quickly stashed his plasma defender, but kept the baseball bat slung over his shoulder. This many people clumped together in a tight, enclosed space was just asking for trouble. He approached Castillo and Hayley where they were seated, making a point of not hearing Sabin's last insult. They would have more than a thousand miles, back and forth three times, for Poe to kill him. Poe was not a patient man, but the innumerable possibilities of horrible fates that could befall the young man kept Poe happy and hale enough to quench the smoldering embers of animosity and rancor that told him to kill the boy and then blow his corpse into charnel.

"Hello again little ember." Poe nodded to Hayley, his smile lazy and subdued as he twirled his bat off his shoulder and planted its head on the tile floor, leaning on it like a cane as he addressed the pair. "You look like you've lost a few inches. Maybe this time around you won't set off as many of my pressure plates." His head swayed as his gaze drifted to Castillo. "In case our mutual accomplice hasn't already told you - I am Poe. Assuming there hasn't been an abrupt change of plans, I'm supposed to be the security and supply expert for our little group of motes and pebbles." His gaze veered back to Hayley. "I wasn't able to procure a Pipboy on the way here - but I managed to get my hands on the one our least favorite hanger-on is wearing." He nodded in Dallas' direction. "Redundancy would be nice though. Do you know if anybody else is going to have one?"