Jackdaw's eyebrow twitched at the commanding tone, the man not moving to put his gun up. He hadn't just escaped discrimination and undue authority, just to follow some random guy's makeshift orders. Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, but, thankfully, not moving to cause any conflict, Jack snorted under his breath. Turning towards the entrance to the vault, he could hear Elijah talking to others - along with a voice saying something loudly, in very...chopped English. It was something about taking bags from hurt people. It was obvious, from the other man's voice, that he was...mentally deficient, so Jack ignored that situation, making sure that he had everything he needed. Clips for his pistol and assault rifle, loaded in his pockets...Assault rifle strapped across his back, pistol gripped in his hand. He had everything he needed, for now. Standing fully, Jack turned around, about ready to head to the entrance, when a female entered the room, aiming her gun at him. Instinctively, he gripped his 10mm harder, resisting the feeling to automatically load a bullet into her face. These past few hours had really messed up his nerves...

It was the red-headed girl...Katherine. At the joke, Jackdaw snorted for the second time in the past ten minutes, taking a quick glance around. There was really nothing he needed in here, at this moment. He slung a dirty, dark-colored backpack over his shoulder. [b]"No other choice, right?"[/b] He replied, cracking his neck to the side, feeling the soreness now that the adrenaline was beginning to drain away. [b]"Let's go."[/b] He no longer cared about the Rattlesnakes or any of that bullying, schoolyard bullshit. Things were getting worse and worse, and any pre-established dislike he held for the girl and her cronies was beginning to drain away. Jack walked past Katherine, exiting through the door, and out into the Vault Entrance. He had been here a few times with his dad, to work on some maintenance, but the massive door was still as large and barring as ever. He gazed at the large steel, before turning his eyes to the elevator, narrowing them. There...that's where the enemies would come from. He needed to stay looking there. Leaning back against the far wall, his hands fingering the trigger guard of his dad's old pistol, Jack briefly glanced over to Kat. [b]"Know how to use that?"[/b] There was a tint of joking in the otherwise rough, serious voice, but only a little; he was being serious. If the girl didn't know, then that was an increased chance of death. He doubted she was clueless, though. Thugs usually knew how to handle weapons.