Dallas looked at the nightkin, then down to his pip-boy. He saw a few in his travels of the Mojave, but none of them we're this... friendly than the others he came across. He looked back up to a tribes man. 'Stalking bear huh...' Dallas said quietly. 'Fancy name...' 

He observed Sabin once more. An enthusiastic kid, he admired that. Most of those from the NCR, especially young people like him would be grouchy, and annoyed. Dallas bet that the NCR would change him, turn him into what Dallas is now... A grumpy old man wandering around the mojave. This raised the question in Dallas' mind, would the kid become a ranger like him? wandering the Mojave, looking like a lost dog? Dallas stirred this question in his head, taking out his cigarette and breathing out the fumes.

Dallas took the now butt cigarette out of his mouth, and pressed it on the ash tray, snuffing the embers out. He sat there, looking at the others. 'Where the fuck is this tenpenny fellow anyways?' Dallas muttered, sitting up. He looked out the window, the lights of New Vegas shining brightly. Dallas never liked big cities, but he did have to admit, the view from here was damn magnificent. He got up, and walked over to the window, just... staring out into the bright lights. 'I have to admit...' Dallas started 'I hate places like this... But can't ignore the view, right?'