Dallas slowly walked past Hayley and stopped in front of their ride. He let out a whistle of impression, his hands in his pockets. He hadn’t seen something like this, not ever. He knew what a train was, at least from childhood and the old, run down trains dapped throughout the Mojave, but nothing as new as this. No. Dallas turned his head back to Hayley. ‘She’s Impressive.’ Dallas called out to her, smiling under his helmet. He turned his head back and continued to secretly marvel at the thing. He wondered, who the hell built this? Was this pre-war? Was Hayley the one responsible for building this? Dallas wondered, but shook the thought off. ‘Real nice…’ He muttered, hands still in his pocket. The place was stuffy, or that was what Dallas thought. The Ranger Took off his helmet off, breathing in the less sweaty and humid air inside his helmet. Dallas pulled out another cigarette and lit it, breathing in the fumes as he stared at the Train.