Rook sat and listened to the woman talk. She spoke of people setting themselves up to be gods, or simply not caring about one thing or another. He had seen this many, many times as well. He had spent close to twenty years wandering the wastelands afterall.

Rook wants to put trust that people are not all bad. Rook has seen many things as well. The Pitt, they made Rook fight for life. Capital Wasteland was hard and unforgiving. York Square is very close to that. Raiders, bandits, and monsters fight and kill those who are honest, hard-working, or simply wanting to be good.

"Salem has bad past, but has good people. Rook talks to you, and you listen, so you cannot be bad. Lady with plasma gun simply did not understand white flag, was afraid of Rook. Rook understands, he is too handsome to not be intimidated by." He would stand up and smile at the woman. "Rook will return to work now."

Turning, he would still listen to her, but he would also start making adjustments to the cars. He looked at them and then nodded. Looking back at her, he would hold up a finger to signal to wait, and return to his shack. He was only gone a few moments, before returning with a very well worn axe.

Assuming no one shot at him or freaked out, he would start cutting down one of the trees, aiming to use this as the first starts of the lumber they would use for the framework of the walls.