[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
[color=39b54a]"Let's just hope we don't run into much trouble."[/color] Marvin commented as he walked beside the Paladin. Hoping that trouble wasn't at every corner of this place was like hoping for a miracle - or even hoping that he'd be human again. It was just impossible. They weren't under any time limit so there was no worries there. He was not looking forward to what they might potentially see and fight during their adventure. He's fought Deathclaws, sure, but who knew what inhabits the inner places of the Necropolis.

As the map was taken from him, he let his hand rest on the strap of his rifle and tilted his head when the Paladin had stopped abruptly, as if something was wrong. He looked towards her, not knowing the emotion her face held thanks to the mask hiding it, and then that was when he heard it. It was a low hum. He could barely hear it and wouldn't have noticed it if Khaliya hadn't stopped.

He began to furrow his eyebrows as he continued to listen to this... mechincal sound. Marvin couldn't say what exactly was wrong with it, but his instincts were telling him to get the hell out of there. The more he tried to listen to it, the more it messed with him. It was like hearing grinding gears underwater, distorted somehow. And he couldn't block the sound out. His grip on the strap of his rifle tightened but was snapped out of it when Khaliya finally spoke up again and handed him back the map. 

[color=39b54a]"The wall, huh?"[/color] He then folded the map quickly and put it in his coat's inner pocket and then nodded. [color=39b54a]"Agreed. That wall sure is doing a mighty good job with trying to keep everything separated..."[/color] He muttered, well aware that the radio could pick up on what he was saying. Frankly, he didn't care about it. Let them hear that he wasn't completely sure about getting out of there alive. The wall was just the beginning. This was when things get way worse.

He turned back to look at the group. Some of them reacted to the sound. Or at least, he assumed they did through their body language. He couldn't exactly see their faces thanks to the helmets the rad suits had. Looks like it'll be difficult to read any faces this tiem around. No studying other people and their reactions then. The suits don't exactly give much out either considering how bulky they were. He was the only one here who was in complete display.

Well, at least he didn't have to worry about being inhibited by said suits. He heard that moving around those was a nightmare and a half. He snickered but hid it under his hand. Who said being a ghoul was a bad thing?