What happened next happened damn fast. Thankfully, Hannibal's training had already kicked in and he was able to respond efficiently to....in order...what initially appeared to be a shrieking creature emerging from behind a trashcan. His rifle went up-and then went down when said creature turned out to be....well, a vault dweller from looks of it. Guess he knew where that bloody noise came from. Violence seemed to follow anyone wearing a vault suit around like a dog pawing after it's master.

He sighed. And now he had a panicky vault dweller on his hands. Liable to get him a bullet in the back if he left it unattended.

"M'am." He called out, slowly, calmly. "I ain't fixin' to hurt ya. You're from one of the vaults, right?"