The robot looked interesting enough as it stood over Phillips. It wasn't the kind of robot that he'd had expected to save his life, but he was grateful for it. Victor was taller than him and looked like he could carry someone like Phillips to Goodsprings. The town was a good enough place to spend your remaining time in. For Henderson, he rather travel around than stay in one place. Since he didn't know how to shake Victor's hands, Henderson looked at the robot and said, "Thanks for digging me out of that grave. I'd be dead otherwise."

"Don't mention it! I'm always ready to lend a helping hand to a stranger in need." the robot said in response as he wheeled back and forth. "You should also be thanking my friend for saving your hide."

Henderson had questions for his hero and he must of had some answers to them. He started with a simple one, "How did you happen to find me?"

Victor's screen kept flickering as it could of get out at any moment as he answered the question, "My friend and I were out for a stroll that night when we heard the commotion up at the old bone orchard. Saw what looked like a bunch of bad eggs so we laid low then we heard the gunshot. Once they'd run off, I dug you up to see if you were still kicking. Turns out, you were, so we hauled you off to the Doc right quick."

"Do you know who those men were who attacked me?" Henderson asked another question.

"Can't say that I'm familiar with the rascals. Some of the fine folks in town might be able to help you out with that." Victor answered honestly as he screen flickered again. Henderson was disappointed by the answer as he felt like he hit a dead end, but the locals must know more about the group of killers than Victor does. Victor kept rolling back and forth as Henderson couldn't help but look at him. It wasn't like any robot back at the Hub or California. Something about it stood out of any other robot he met. Despite him being a courier, he never went east as his deliveries were only focused around Southern California.

"Looking at something, pal?" he questioned.

"Sorry, Victor." Henderson was snapped back to reality, "I just never seen a robot like you before and I have been all over the west."

"It's fine. A lot of people often look at me when they get here to trade. I'm a Securitron, RobCo security model 2060-B. If you ever see any of my brothers, tell them Victor says howdy." Victor said in a happy tone as he rolled around Henderson for fun. It was good that there were many other security model 2060-Bs out there in the wasteland. Since Victor couldn’t answer any more of his questions, it was time for Henderson to explore more.

Henderson nodded and thanked the robot for help as he said, “You have been a big help, thank you.”

“No problems at all, pal. I am happy enough to help.” Victor responded as he looked at the saloon and saw a man leaving it. It was his pal as he tried to wave him down, causing Henderson to question his actions.

“That’s the friend that also saved you.” he said as he tried to get the man’s attention by shouting his name. It was good to see another human besides the doc, not that Victor was a bad guest. Henderson rather talk to a human than a robot, but he did sort of help. His friend looked drunk from a distance, which was a bad sign. Henderson didn't like drinking or doing drugs, even know he tried some during his youth. He looked like he wasn't going to be any use, but he had to try. If he had something on those bad guys, he could hunt them down and get the chip back.