Carver couldn't hide his smile at Joshua's response. He was making a joke, but the Super Mutant seemed to think he wasn't. He was more intelligent than the rest of his kin that Carver had met and survived against. He stood back from then on, listening to the Paladin and the Super Mutant converse, only ever seeing a Paladin once before near the southern parts of Old Georgia and very curious as to why one was here. The most knowledge he had about their Order was from stories and what Chek would tell him if he ever deigned to give stories of his time up north. 

He agreed to meet in the morning, and he did exactly that. Of course, after he and his armored companion shared a free drink thanks to their business patron. "Looks like this is just a kill mission for the most part." Carver said to Chek. The Ghoul nodded, taking a swig of his drink. They didn't need to speak more of it. Both knew this was their specialty and they were glad to get a paying job for it. In the back of his head however, Carver was glad that they were going deeper into his old homeland. Maybe it hadn't been fucked up [i]too[/i] much.

The next morning, Carver met the rising sun with a cool reserve. Chek stood vigil by him, his shotgun in his hands already and giving the other party members a leveled gaze. He was tall and muscled for a Ghoul, and always had other refugees wary when he walked by. Carver kind of enjoyed the looks Chek would get.