Bailey walks over to one of the stations terminals, her boots crunching on debris on the floor. She uses her sleeve to wipe the dust off of one and attempts to read the 200 year old entries. 

[color=ec008c]"Maybe these can tell us something useful? They're a bit old but the last entries might have something useful on them."
[/color]

She gestures for another member of the group to check the other terminals in search of some useful Intel about the local area or any useful supplies in the station.

Bailey is halfway through reading an entry about routine maintenance when she sees that gungho, cowboy wannabe charge up the stairs. She rolls her eyes with a sigh inside her suit, She cant help but think that this kind of stupidity is far too common among wastelanders.

[color=ec008c]"At this rate stupidity like that will get us all killed, Maybe we should leave him to his fate and continue without him?"[/color]

She knew she sounded callous but she could tell others were thinking the same thing, Reckless fools like the Texan never lasted long in the Enclave and lasted even less among wastelanders. Her contempt is evident in the tone of her voice and it's not as if she was trying to hide it in the first place.

Bailey looked back at the terminal screen and resumed scanning the walls of text for anything useful.