Andrei draped the holotags back around his neck. This particular AI had evidently fashioned itself as a proud sort. "You didn't even read them. I'll have to do some more work on your software later. Assuming you plan on joining me," Andrei said, " 'Raid-Bot' ."
	He swept his eyes around the room before returning to the front of the store. He picked a few worn-down 9mm bullets off of the Raider bodies as he passed.

Exiting on to the street, Andrei watched for even the slightest movement, his gaze moving across every small detail of the surrounding buildings. Satisfied that this wasn't some Raider trap, he sat down on a bench just to the side of the door. Andrei drew his Browning- and deftly removed the magazine, then ejected the chambered round. He caught the loose bullet, and returned it to its place in the mag. Next, he stripped the gun, inspecting every part of the slide and frame. 

Andrei took a small bottle of gun oil and a rag from a pouch on his right hip, and went to work giving the pistol a good cleaning.