Feeling his incinerator connect with the asshole wastelander, and sending him flying into a wall was a strangely cathartic experience for Scott. He didn't realize how much he was bottling up at that moment, and he could feel his blood pressure drop a bit. Still, he cursed at himself for having been sloppy enough to be caught off-guard like that. So caught up in what he had to do that he lost all sense of where he was and what he was already doing. Rookie mistake. If the would-be robber had half a clue what he was doing, Scott could have been dead. For letting his guard down like that, he damn well deserved to be dead. That thought made something painful unsettle in his gut, though. He really needed to get streetside to check out what was left of the vertibird. Still, he had learned his lesson about venturing out alone.

He heard the girl, Elysia, coming down the steps after him. He looked back to the wastelander, clearly unconscious. Scott spat in his direction, muttering, "Dumb fuck." Elysia gave Scott a gentle admonishment for running off on his own, before yanking the idiot out of the wall and rummaging through his belongings. Normally Scott would take great exception to having been scolded by some wastelander bitch, but he already knew that he deserved it. That was a dumb play, and dumb plays out here got you killed.

"Yeah, sorry." He muttered, somewhat embarrassed. "Got a little ahead of myself. Forgot I couldn't watch my own back." He checked his weapon, and finding it still satisfactory, he took a few steps closer to the exit of the building. "Ready when you are." He called back to the girl.