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Emil attempted to keep himself from breathing too hard as Frankie suggested. It was hard but doable, and in a scant few seconds heavy breaths became more and more steady and significantly calmer. He found out that their little escape had caused a little cut to appear on his left leg, never would have noticed if Frankie hadn't done the check up. While she started patching up the cut, he began to check if he felt any nausea, fatigue, or any of the nasty effects of radiation poisoning. Nothing was apparent, aside from the nausea he felt when he saw the abomination.[color=orange]"Thanks Doc. Didn't even see that cut there."[/color] He then turns to face Bailey. [color=orange]"Baily, I don't think that you'd like to see what that...thing was. It's body was practically fused with the armor if I base it on how it's head looked like."[/color] Then casts his gaze upon the shotgun wielding dynamite fiddling man that sounded like the cowboys he'd heard from pre-war holotapes. [color=orange]"Normally, I'd agree to using explosives to widen the path."[/color] He points to the already decrepit crumbling ceiling and walls of the tunnel with a free hand and talks once again. [color=orange]"But I don't want to bury ourselves under hundreds of tonnes of cement, sir. Nor, do I want that insult to life surviving the blast and be THOROUGHLY pissed off."[/color]

He was rather shocked to see that one of the BOS paladins was almost hellbent on going through and try to kill the powerarmored ghoul. The paladin and Khalia then conversed with one another, it wasn't any business Emil had a right to butt in and kept his focus on himself and the others before he heard Khalia and offers her a weary but firm nod.