Slowly but surely the damn geiger counter kept going up - which meant it was not malfunctioning this time. Max began hastily looking around for anything that would provide shelter from a possible storm. He chose for now to ignore the tenseness of the little group and the little sense of hostility. "Ok, this is really bad. I ain't claimin' I trust any of ya as far as I can throw ya, but for the time bein' we need to get to a safe place." He still wasn't sure what was coming - a ridiculously mutated being of some kind, or some kind of a radiation storm - but whatever it would be it would not be good for anyone involved.

The old man's Pip Boy had some very outdated maps of the area - nothing that would really be of use for them now. "Should have taken some damn mentats with me... Would help me concentrate..." Max mumbled more to himself than any member of the group. He shook his head and spat on the ground. "Is there a bunker or vault or... any large buildin's with an intact basement here? Pref'rably with only a few windows..." At times like these he kinda missed old California - there seemed to be all sorts of places to hide in when things went south.