Ray decided immediately that he didn't like Knight. They hadn't talked at all before this and Ray was quite grateful for it, Knight reminded him of the kids who lorded their parent's superior jobs over his family. He liked Duncan a lot more and gave him a warm nod as he addressed Knight. He also hadn't talked to Duncan much, he understood that Duncan's...situation was special but that was all he understood. And that was really all he needed to understand. Ray listened to the A.I. intently, his arms crossed. He was itching to get out there. After Duncan rapid fired his own questions, Ray thought for a moment and only asked one thing.

"Do you think we'll have to kill anyone?"

If there was one thing that Ray hated, that was violence. He had heard of the creatures or at least the estimated behavior of the creatures out in the wasteland. Ray wasn't concerned with that. He didn't want to kill any other human beings, there were so few of them already.

Then there was Knight, Ray could tell this guy would be a handful, he didn't strike Ray as a compassionate person. He was struck by the uncanny resemblance between the omega A.I. and Knight himself. Both cold, objective driven, though Knight had a far more irritating superiority complex. Still, Ray couldn't dwell on this, this was one of the guys he'd be traversing the hellish landscape with and they'd need to be as thick as thieves if they were going to survive this. But if they were confronted with a decision of mercy, especially against someone or something that attacked them, Ray couldn't shake the feeling that Knight would kill them without saying a word. The danger and uncertainty of all that lie outside the vault hung like an ominous cloud over them and the young musician knew he wasn't the only one who felt it.