Chadrick took note of each of the given names and didn't focus too much on how insistently defensive they seemed to be. It's a hard wasteland. He supposed that everyone must build a defense in some way or another. Some wore power armor, some relied on wristbound old world tech. Some simply toted a large gun! Even he had built a defense for himself through the means of a sharp, silver tongue. 
	"[color=f26522]Well Miss, as long as you don't need every half-inch nut you find I'll be getting what I need as well. That and some interesting companionship! It seems some strange fate has brought us here, so I doubt we'll be taken down by these simpletons now,[/color]" Chadrick spouted. Upon finishing his thought he crept quickly into the room to scout out what was left of the enemies there. So as not to leave himself too exposed he crouched behind a desk near to the entrance of the room which harbored the robotic husks.