Kenneth was still checking his gun when one of his new colleauges asked an apparantly dumb question... The seeker's reaction almost triggered afight or flight response despite the fact the argument was in no way related to him. It was obvious this guy was not to be trifled with. He was just about to make himself scarce when he heard something about implanted radioes. He briefly poked his ears until he found it... how had he not noticed this earlier? whatever they had injected him with must have been some strong stuff if it had this kind of dulling effect on his senses.

It was not important right now, he had a room to claim for himself... he had heard there would be about an hour to get settled in... not enough time to put tripwires in the airvents... just tigthening the screws on those would have to do for now... The door would be similiarly unprotected... He would just have to carry all his important stuff around till he had the chance to secure the room better.

As he got to claiming his quarters in his own peculiar fashion, he took a moment to consider the people he would apparantly be working with. The gas-masked mute seemed a decent enough fellow. Not too talkative, apparantly proffesional... maybe just a bit too professional... Then there was the NCR woman. She seemed a bit clueless, did she really think this was some sort of NCR black ops? Maybe the cluelessness was an act to lull him into a false sense of security... The only person that overtly worried him was the super mutant... What was that thing even doing here... He would be keeping a close eye on that one... maybe stick a remote detonator charge on his back as a contingency? The thing was so tough it would likely not even notice...