There was something off about some of the people he had stumbled upon - annoyingly enough Max just couldn't come up with what it was... After you have been on a chem binge and one of your companions turns out to be a deathclaw you kinda tend to sense these sort of things. He turned his concentration from the 'better days' towards Erin. "I ain't so much lost as I'm w'out a dest'nation. Ya see this whole thing..." The old man sort of motioned around himself and actually smirked just a bit - it was a joyless, not quite mocking smirk of a man who had seen a lot - perhaps not 'seen it all', but close. "This whole damn era, this whole damn wasteland. Though there ain't too much to see there's always sum'thin see." Max didn't sound excited or worried, more a bit disappointed.

He shook his head and glanced at the other members of the little group when the word 'doctor' was mentioned. "Now, I ain't no miracle man, but I do know a thin' or two 'bout some simple surgery and all that - I'd need some proper tools to..." His eyes were drawn to the old, worn and barely functioning Pip Boy on his left wrist - those with keen eyes and at least rudimentary knowledge would recognize it as the 2000 model. Either the geiger counter had just totally malfunctioned - that happened with unnerving frequency these days - or the wind was bringing with it something really bad. "There's always a new fuckin' Enclave on your path..." Max mumbled the words that could have actually sounded like a form of prayer, but the dripping hatred made it a very obvious curse - a rather eloquent curse admittedly, but still.