TR-8C didn't really understand why the guy with pistols with needlessly large bayonnets was getting all upset...And he also wanted to know what the conga line was for. Shutting off his radio just as it turned to [i]November Rain[/i], he simply shrugged, saying: [b]"I was just wondering the same thing. Except with less gun waving."[/b] Figuring he didn't want any trouble from the guy, he just decided to up and walk away, at least, until someone jacked his vision. [i]"Fucking malware"[/i] was what he initially thought as the red-head kept talking...that is, until she made it all sound almost like a game.

Quickly figuring that it'd be best to know what the FUCK was going on, and what the fuck a vault had to do with anything, he asked :[b]"...So...let me get this straight. You. Are going to tell me...or I guess 'us', the location of some vault that may or may not be a complete death trap, and you just expect us to believe that shit?"[/b]