"Hey, don't you remember what I said? All you gotta do around these types is keep your chin up and get the most hardass look you can make," Levi said, demonstrating by puffing out his chest, holding his head high, sauntering up to the nearest tough guy, and walking directly in his path, glaring at the guy in the process. The 17 year old Vault Dweller's body was subsequently roughly pushed aside and onto his ass by the burly mercenary in question who paid no heed to the Levi. 

"Goddammit," he muttered once the merc got out of earshot as he pushed himself off of the ground, "guess I didn't pass THAT bluff check." The Vault Dweller was busy brushing the dirt off his armored suit when David called out to them about their supposedly cozy metal shack where they'd be staying until they were supposed to set off to complete their scouting mission up in Toronto, Canada. Apparently there was some robotic threat looming on the horizon, but even in this base he had yet to hear of anybody speak of any sort of robot uprising. Hopefully it would just be some over-hyped hoax. If they were barely able to survive against mutant fucking bats or just barely survive getting the shit scared out of themselves by weird, irradiated monkey-looking things, Levi surely doubted their ability to stand up to a rumored army of robots without any substantial help... Or enough heavy artillery. Or both. Both would be better, definitely.

"Kay Dave, thanks for that," Levi called back before grabbing his bag and sifting through all the junk he wanted to sell off later to these merchants. After setting aside the stuff he wanted to ditch, the young man repacked his bag and hoisted it back over his shoulder. "Well, time to check out what that whole shack's all about," he said to his travelling companion before heading to it.