Carver stood up, and glanced back at Chek as he did so. The imposing Ghoul's expression was unreadable to most, but Carver could tell that he was interested in this proposal and that he better jump in quick. Carver nodded and sighed, slipping his hands in his pockets within his drifter jacket, striding over. All of this talk, accusations, and money squabbling. He was just about to speak when a Brotherhood of Steel Knight entered, and he blinked, taken aback a bit. [i]Well, he'll be of good help. If anything he'll distract whatever is out there just as much as this curiously intelligent Super Mutant so I can get a clear shot[/i]. 

"Either way." Carver said aloud to himself, and slipped in between the crowd and stood right before the woman proposing this venture. Disheveled hair, caramel skin, and 5 o'clock shadow made him seem like an up and coming bi-racial western movie character. He doubted anyone here had seen any actual movies though. "1,000 a piece is fine by me, ma'am. But if you can spare 1,150 for each, that sounds good too. No pressure though. I'll scavenge along the way. Same with my friend." he said, his thumb pointing backwards at Chek at the table. 

"We'll be your guards, or mercenaries. Whatever the term is you want to use. I think you'll find both of us together makes for about 4 other men, or 3 and a half Super Mutants. Believe me, I did the math." he said with an amiable smile.