[@Ulstermann]

After the brief history lesson Boss was left feeling slightly stupid as he often did when he asked questions of a certain nature. Luckily his scarf was doing a rather good job of hiding his now scarlet cheeks-a sight that if seen would no doubt look rather odd on the rugged figure. 

For now he thought it best to just assume he knew what a [i]French[/i] was and figure everything out when the smoke cleared, afterall his prewar history was next to nothing. At least he finally found someone making a degree of since, even if the man looked somewhat banged up. 

After considering the strangers question for a moment Boss let out a slight chuckle from behind his scarf. “I guess a bit of all three when it comes down to it.” he finally answered while lowering his pistol to his side in an attempt to show he meant no harm. “Literally just pulled into port for the first time, don't even know my lay of the land yet. Hell of a welcome, I gotta say.”

Momentarily Boss turned his attention to the Mr. Handy who acknowledged AssHead as if they had some sort of past together-the thought of which made Boss make a mental note to ask about later. Not one to ever turn down a free drink (or anything edible really) Boss was quick to say “Sure, Buddy” despite having no clue what in the world a '[i]Bordeaux[/i]' was-but if the robot wanted to give him 77 free ones, hell, who was he to say no?

“So you in charge or somethin? Not wearing one of them red coats.” Boss said with a nod towards a dead Order soldier who was displayed in a horrific heap. Ignoring the nightmarish sites around him as if they were commonplace he made no move to go near Carson yet; still unsure of just who the man was. “Oh and if your wondering AssHead there is the reason I'm here." He nodded towards the eyebot. "Defective piece of garbage practically drug me here.”