"Let her have it mutant." Titus moaned at the BOS member, "it's not like it would save her from an AP." with that he rested his head on the wall and closed his eyes, his arms folded across his chest, his right hand clutching his pistol incase things suddenly went sour, which odds are with his luck was a huge possibility.
He started to imagine what he could do with all that money, he would go north, away from everything and everyone and he'd buy a pre-war house and fix it up, make it presentable and maybe start up a farm, 'who knows?'