Grimshaw had flinched only slightly at the sudden boom of shotgun behind him, but had started to calm when he saw that it was just some fella trying to get a point across. He'd done much the same before, when words didn't get it through thick skulls. He shrugged and sipped at his beer slowly, giving a skeptical eye toward some of the folk that had approached the captain. He recognized Imogen, the black-thumb girl he'd seen around town. From what he heard, her daddies had warned her against talking to him, thinking him a bad influence on their little girl. Not that he blamed them.

The kid calling himself Crafty, though, Grimshaw didn't care for. He frowned as he watched the boy approach his new boss. And then he headbutted Levi, and the wastelander shot up immediately, drawing his pistol from a holster at his hip. It was an ugly thing, handmade like most of the guns in this land. He scowled as he pointed it squarely at the newcomer's head.

"Best jus' take it back a few levels, boy. The Cap is my new bread and butter."