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Boss couldn't tell if Carson disliked ghouls in general or just the particular one standing in front of them; iether way he shrugged it off for now, it's not like it was any of his business anyways. As he walked with the man he listened to how he simply wanted to use their radio in an attempt to reach a lost friend-Boss had to admit hearing this made him feel slightly guilty for trying to make a profit off the poor guys plight. Not bad enough to take his proposal back mind you, but bad enough that when it came down to it he'd probably just charge the guy ten or fifteen caps. 

Boss didn't need to be asked twice if he wanted to get out of the area-hell, that's what he'd been trying to do from the start. "Come on A-H." He barked grumpily at the droid; clearly still somewhat upset with his renegade nature. Together he and the droid fell in step beside Carson.

At the mention of raiders again Boss spit on the ground in a show of disgust (actually hitting a passing merchant on the foot who in turn gave an equally upset look.) "I gotcha, we been dealing with those bastards ever since coming into the area. Buncha sons of whores." Clearly Boss was not a fan of the local raiding populace; it was rather apparent by the way he spoke he'd lost a few good men to those thieving lunatics. "Don't know about any [i]Proulx District[/i]" He completely butchered the pronunciation "But my boat aint far off if you wana try your luck at the radio. I'll even make you a deal, you geme five caps and promise to blow the next raiders head off you see and we'll call it good. Deal?"