[center][h2][color=39b54a][u]M A R V I N  H I L L E R[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
Marvin was now happily whistling to himself as he moved forward with the group. It seemed that he had moved on from the eerie sound from earlier. There was no use dwelling on the past when your future is so bleak. He wanted to just take in the peaceful moment because he was pretty damn sure that this wasn't going to last. Others felt jittery, and the century old ghoul felt like he was having the time of his life. 

So far, no one has shot anyone yet. So that was good, right? No one's going all bat shit crazy and shooting up those who they don't trust - especially the ones in the factions. He wasn't sure who had their own beliefs in this group, others were obvious but others were... less so. Sure, there were some of them who seemed to be mercenaries. John looked like a private investigator and hopefully wasn't tied down to a faction. Frankie, as a medic, wouldn't be bothered with allegiances he imagined. Being healed is an equal opportunity thing, after all.

His eyes drifted to the Paladin who made a gesture about the radio. She turned hers off. Private conversation it would seem. He reached inside his coat to turn his off as well. She asked for an introduction. He didn't mind. As he said before, being a sniper, the group needed to give him at least a semblance of trust that he wouldn't blow their heads off. Though, he doubted the Paladin would be too worried about that considering her armor. He'd have to take some big risks just to take down someone who is in full Power Armor.

[color=39b54a]"Marvin Hiller, or Spectre, if you prefer code names."[/color] He replied, taking her hand and shaking it. It was an odd sight, he imagined, for a ghoul to be shaking hands with a Star Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel. After that, he released her hand and then placed it back on his rifle. [color=39b54a]"Miss Khaliya then."[/color] He said with a small nod to himself, as if he was mentally telling himself to remember her name. 

He gave a small smile to the Paladin as she went on to tell him - to reassure him - that her being a Brotherhood Paladin did not matter right now. Then, she went on to tell about working together. Marvin then let out a light chuckle, as if what she had just said was a joke. [color=39b54a]"I assure you, Miss Khaliya, that I am well aware that you're not here on Brotherhood business. And even if you are, I simply do not care. As long as you will not kill me, then you're good in my books."[/color] While he wouldn't completely be at ease around her, he certainly wasn't feeling as queasy as the others. [color=39b54a]"I won't cause any trouble, if that's what you're worried about. We're all buddies now, Miss Khaliya. Hopefully the others feel the same way."[/color]

With that, he returned to his normal walking and turned on his radio. It was true. Her reassurances were not needed at all. Marvin could at least trust those that don't shoot him the moment they see him. And if that was a Brotherhood Paladin, then so be it. He could work with them procided they reciprocated the feeling. Though, he wasn't sure what the others thought of each other. He knew that John and Frankie won't betray them. They seem to only really wish to finish the job as well. He took a look back at them but only for a few seconds.

They came upon an overturned train making it impossible to pass through the side. Looked like they'd either have to walk inside individually or go up like Khaliya said. Like the others, he wasn't exactly comfortable with going up since most of the horrors of the Necropolis is sure to be up there. Khaliya asked if someone wanted to scout the train and someone stepped up for it. And then another volunteered to go with him as well. A duo. Perfect. Now if only there was nothing on the other side. 

He turned back to the entrance. [color=39b54a]"Good luck, you two. Come back alive, yeah?"[/color] He then looked back at Khaliya. [color=39b54a]"Want me to set up so I have a good view of that entrance? Just in case something comes down chasing these two?"[/color] He questioned. He wasn't clumsy enough to shoot his own allies, or even take that risk shot if he wasn't sure he can do it. But even in that cramped area, he does feel like he could get a few shots in if the two are in trouble.

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