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The sight of the man who would come to introduce himself as Carson smoking a nice fat cigar was to much for Boss to take; within moments he had his scarf pulled down and was nursing a cigarette of his own. These days he couldn't see someone else smoking and not immediately light up himself. 

Boss listened intently for a moment as one of the first people who had bothered to actually answer his questions explained how his recently purchased eyebot had practically been hijacked by the very Mr. Handy unit that was now offering Boss a fancy looking glass of red liquid. Without hesitation Boss downed the whole thing like some kind of wasteland wanderer that hadn't seen water in days, the drink immediately making his rugged facial features contort into a look of pure bitterness-he'd never tasted anything like the odd drink. Delicately he returned the crystal flute to the tray Mr. Handy still held out-he felt like if he just looked at the expensive drinking glass the wrong way it would break the beautiful creation; so he was rather relieved to be rid of it.

"Hell of a welcome." Carson repeated in a tone Boss could relate too. "So what's your name, pal? You say you own a boat? Does it have a radio on board?"

Boss had to admit, the radio question had thrown him off-but he didn't see the harm in being honest with the man, especially when it came to a piece of equipment he and his crew actually didn't use. "Names Boss." He grunted in response; not bothering to give his real name. "As far as the radio goes well..." He scratched his forehead with the tip of the iron sights on his revolver as if lost in thought. "We got one, yeah. Been on that damn boat for four months though and We've never been able to get it to do more then hiss static at us." He shrugged after finishing the thought and without even knowing it he'd gone to stand next to Carson and survey the damage from the recent Revolution attack. "Mind you none of us are damned radio experts. I'd be willing to eh...negotiate a trade, if your interested?" He asked, letting the question linger in the air as if he didn't care one way or another.

The truth was he took any opportunity to make a cap.