First there had been an explosion - not just any ol' explosion, but that of a mini nuke. Those had been such a rare sight back in the day and nothing compared to a nuclear powered oil rig exploding. The old man lit a cigarette and began cautiously moving towards what had sounded like a fight of some kind. Back in the day Max wouldn't have hesitated about going in to combat - admittedly back in the day he had been equipped with a power armor and there had been a lot of good people backing him up - nowadays being cautious was the better choice.

Max spat on the ground and straightened up. He had been travelling around the wastes for over 40 years and no one had killed him yet. If he'd go down in a firefight the better for him. He approached the small gathering calmly, like he was just taking a nice evening stroll - or was it morning? Anyways. He spotted what he counted as a woman and at least one man - not to mention a deathclaw, which wasn't moving. The old man lit a second cigarette, inhaled some smoke and began coughing rather violently. Still he kept on approaching the gathering. The brown duster hid his vault suit quite well - it also hid his pistol at the moment. "Well well, You lot got a damn deathclaw? I'll be damned, nasty buggers." He spoke calmly with a little peculiar drawl in his voice while stopping within pistol range. "You folks know if there is a settlement or sum'thin where an ol' man could get a drink aroun' here?"