As the two Vault Dwellers reached the surface, the eerie feeling tailing them dissipated as if it had been satisfied that they'd left it's territory. Dave pulled himself into the daylight after the two, breathing heavily. As far as scary tunnels went, Sarah was quite frankly never venturing into underground New York ever again. Like, [I]ever.[/I] "This is the last time we let you choose the route! Our magic PIP-Boys would never tell us to walk such a torturous road like that!" The redhead barked at the Englishman.

David waved off Sarah's assertions rather calmly, "Oh fuck off... Let me catch my breath before you start bitching, Red..."

"I have every right to bitch about it! You nearly got us killed taking us down there!" Sarah cried in her defence.

"How was I supposed to know it would go like that?!"

"A ghost story came to life down there, you asshat!"

"Not my fault! Don't start calling me out over one little mistake! Besides, it's just mindfuckin' hallucinogenic gas or some silly thing..."

"I knew you were an [I]asshat[/I], but that just went above and beyond retarded. What were you thinking?! You ignorant, annoying-!" Sarah interrupted herself, making a clumsy swing for Dave's face.

David took one step back to dodge, then one forward towards Sarah and socked her once in the gut, causing her to instantly fall lifeless into his arms. The pissed-off Brit threw her over his shoulder and opted to use his pistol in one hand for any engagements that might break out. "...I cannot frickin' deal with mouth-offs. Let's head back South, Levi... I want to wipe this whole day from my mind," he murmured.