Valery stayed quiet as Raisa explained her situation. Valery just saw his whole team get ripped apart. But they were just some assholes he was forced to work with. He couldn't imagine if mutants broke into armory and killed all his friends he had grown up with. 

He doesn't take his mask off, too used to it being on, he feels naked without it. His welding hood is even modified to be worn over it. "You keep your empty clips from that AK? I have some ammo from my bastard that I didn't get to use before I lost it. You can have it if you want." Valery says as he starts walking down the tunnel. "I guess if you're telling me about you, it's only fair I tell you about me. I was born a few years before all this nonsense, but it's not like I can remember it. I guess it just so happened my family was near where armory was because that's where I've been all my life. Grew up around the forges, so I learned metal working early on. And because there were so many shipments from armory there was a workshop set up for the rail cars. By the time I was fifteen I was already turning twisted steel into useable vehicles. As time went on the tracks started failing and my job became going into the tunnels and fixing the lines." Valery explains as he checks every hole and crack in the tunnels for signs of life. "It sucks dangling under a bridge trying to repair the supports before it collapses, but I like the work. I like doing something that will benefit the metro. Every shipment of food that reaches it's destination. Every batch of weapons that makes it to the front line. I know I've done my part." He looks back at the Major, what about you old man, what's your story? You must have all sorts of tales."