"Well then, I think this will be a splendid outing don't you say Tanner?" DaVinci turned and smiled to the scavenger who sat next to him as the gentleman clapped his hands in excitement. Wasteland safaris were always good fun even if they got a little [i]rowdy[/i], Hayden expected nothing less today.
"Umm... O-of course sir. It w-will be fun." Tanner nervously chuckled, his greenhorns showing.

Hayden examined the young man as he rocked back and forth, his hand tightly wrapped around his fire axe; not quite as good as Hayden's own Gentleman's Survival Tool, but that's personal preference. Tanner was the newest of the little "resource procurement" team which Hayden lead, replacing Jordan Hawkens after he took an unfortunate bullet to the chest which had some sort of poison on it. Hayden shook his head sadly at the memory, Hawken's final breath was nothing but pained screams.

"E-excuse me, sir?" Tanner sheepishly waved a hand to bring Hayden out of his nostalgic past, "Will y-you be expecting u-um... [i]enemies[/i]? Li-like bandits?"

The gentleman noted how he emphasized the word "enemies", as if he expected them to be any real threat. Typical greenhorn behavior. Once he got himself into a few fire fights and one or two good all-out, fists-flying melees he'll no longer worry himself about it. Assuming he survived all of that.

"Tanner my boy," Hayden chuckled heartily and slapped the greenhorn on the back, "They're just minor nuisances. If you're scared of a few mad denizens of dark alleys with guns, you won't last a day beyond the walls! Its the mythics you've got to keep an eye peeled for, the bloody cunts can kill you faster than you'll be able to call for help you aren't careful!"

Hayden laughed to himself while Tanner forced a chuckle, clearly Hayden's speechcraft need a bit of polishing, his moving speech only served to unnerve the boy even more. Hayden could sense the fear radiating out of Tanner, his sweat trickling down the openings between his head and his beanie.

Checking his own equipment, Hayden patted his armored vest and made sure his gun was loaded as the others started to fill the truck. Once again turning to Tanner, looking like he was about to break down, Hayden transformed into his teacher mode, telling the young man how to best deal with dastardly vampires and such, what was the best way to accurately aim a gun, the rough locations of vital organs, all those itty bitty details that would increase his chances of remotely surviving.

Hayden lit up his pipe and leaned back against his seat, [i]Poor bastard[/i] he thought to himself, he was expecting something to go wrong. He knew it, the winds were unfavorable and something just felt amiss. Hopefully he'd find another book or trinket to even it all out though, they were always worth something to DaVinci.