Grimshaw followed obediently, keeping a respectful distance. He liked his new boss. Even if be weren't famous, he'd probably follow him out of respect. He slipped his mask and goggles back on as he followed, keeping an eye out for any trouble along the way to the ship.

"Where we headed first? Recommend a stop at Wellings along the way to grab ammunition. Them bullet farmers have been makin' mountains of it with all the lead they're pullin' out of the ground. Gon' need it if ya really think nwe'll get far as ya want."