Ren raised an eyebrow but put the stimpak back in her bag. She zipped her bag closed and looked at the rest of the group. Five males and one female who was standing off to the side. She directed her attention to the girl that had wanted an explanation. 

"Miss, from what I saw, the boy over there stumbled across a wounded Deathclaw that began to chase him, but it got distracted by something else. The distraction came from the mine that the elderly man by the tub later threw at him, and something out here shot the Deathclaw's arm off and blew out its legs. The wood lodged in its brain seems to be what killed it, and the noise along with the giant beast attracted the rest of these people here, and probably other things. It looks like we were all passing through the town when we were either distracted by, killing, or being chased by the Deathclaw. Does that help clear things up?" Ren finished her summary and stepped a bit away from the vault man, who she was unsure of his position in all of this. Her immediate assumption was that everyone here was hostile, even the clumsy boy that ended the Deathclaw. The person that had placed Ren's shoulder back where it belonged seemed to be a little more trustworthy than the rest, especially since it looked as if her false identity had worked on him. 

Ren moved her hand a little closer to the pistol on her belt, slightly more uncomfortable now that everyone had shown themselves to her. [i]At least they aren't hiding in the shadows waiting to drag me down with the Deathclaw.[/i] the thought barely made her feel comfortable. Ren began formulating a plan in case things turned violent, but it looked more like she was staring into space. The hand closest to her weapon clenched and unclenched as she thought, a habit that she had picked up from one of the scientists she had run away from. 

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