“Yes, Rook is Rook. Rook made his armor and weapon, but those are back at his shack.” Rook would carefully shake the hand of Adam, though he didn't hear this one's name. There were a lot of people in the town it seemed. That was good. He just got here and it was growing! “Rook would like to make armor fit better, maybe replace some old parts that have worn out. Rook once had chest plate of the armor the Tin Men wear while not far from the Pitt. It was in a place called 'Depot.'”

Rook seemed fairly confident of the name of the area he found the armor in. “Rook traded it long ago however to get welding materials to help repair walls of a town. Rook wishes he could find armor like that again, or even make it! Rook would be able to stop all the bad things in the wastelands with armor like that. Rook is a Paladin of the Wastelands, that is what the old woman in red told Rook.”

He pondered for a moment. “Does man know how to make gates out of big metal machines from before bombs? Rook has seen other places use them, but never understood how they worked. Rook was thinking of bring up old containers from water to use as wall materials, but Rook will need a lot of help with that. Rook is only so strong."