To describe the tone of the conversation between the two Paladins as uneasy would have been the biggest understatement of the century, the two clearly had some sort of history and from what Monika could hear, it wasn't exactly one filled with joy and friendship. And here she thought the Brotherhood all got along like one big happy family. The group she had encountered at the university seems to have such cohesion, they knew each other's actions before they even made them. But maybe that was the exception rather than the rule she thought to herself. 

She followed closely behind Servius all the way to the bank, honestly, she was surprised he hadn't asked her to back off a little but maybe he didn't suspect that she had it in for him. He'd be a fool if he didn't, every time he opened his mouth her body language changed for the worse, she might have kept her mouth shut, but her hands and the subtle movements did all the talking for her. The walk to the bank that had been fortified by the Brotherhood soldiers. The hum of machinery filled the room as she took off her helmet and proceeded to unzip her radiation suit. She let out a sigh of relief as she released her hair from its tie and proceeded to check the patchwork tape on her suit to make sure it was still covering the hole. She had tried her best to keep that incident out of her head, but she knew someone was bound to ask. The only thing she wondered about was whether whoever asked would be tactful with their question or not. 

Then she saw him, she was sure now. The skirt, the armour even without its markings. It was him, she had no bad memories of him specifically, their interactions were usually brief and he would be one of the few who actually said thank you as she would serve food or drink whenever his unit would visit the camp. And even though he seemed to be a real diamond in the rough when it came to the Legion even once witnessing him stop a legionary from attacking another slave girl, he was still guilty by association in her mind, there was very little a Legionary could ever do to warrant continued living while she was around. She suffered for five years at the hands of some of the most depraved animals imaginable, and she'd be dammed if she was gonna let a single one of them go without paying for the horrific things that happened to her.

She had never actually seen a decontamination machine before let alone used one, never really had to use one anyway. Herself and everyone around her was already radiated, it was just part of being born in the wasteland. But She thought the Paladin was right, better to limit the radiation. Stepping out and picking her gear back up she moved into the main sleeping area, there was a multitude of bunk beds three of were clearly still lived in but four of them were eerily quiet. made properly and cleanly maintained, but with a fine layer of dust resting on the blanket. A sad sight to be sure, these men looked like they'd seen things that would make her demons cower in fear and to go through it with fewer and fewer allies as the days went on surely weighed heavily on the minds of the team. She watched as Servius and... John, she was sure she heard the name John back at the subway station, looked at the holotags hanging from the bunks. Feeling curious herself she too went to investigate, even pay some form of respect, She moved along inspecting the tags. [i]Alexandria, Thomas, Ruben, Girard[/i] Nothing caught her eye at first until she looked closer at Thomas's tag, she'd seen the last name somewhere before but couldn't remember, then it hit her. She reached into her shirt pocket and lifted out the Brotherhood holotags, keeping them close to her person so no one else specifically the Brotherhood soldiers could see what she had. She flipped the Paladin tag over, nothing. She flipped the knight tag over and there it was, same last name. Possibly a relative, if she remembered rightly the knight was a male at least his cries of pain sounded male, a brother, son or even father possibly. or maybe no relation whatsoever, she didn't know. Putting the Paladin tag back in her shirt pocket she hung the knight tag on the hook same hook that Thomas's was on, she felt it was a fitting gesture. She had no need for the tags really, she just kept them as a reminder that the Brotherhood weren't the saviours they claimed to be. But the knight at least deserved to be put to rest and remembered by his comrades in a fitting way. 

As she turned to walk away she noticed that Servius was standing facing the rest of the group, she knew she couldn't off him yet especially not here. But she could at least let him know he wasn't in her good books, to say the least. She picked her gear back up and walked past him, quite forcefully bumping into him with her shoulder and giving him quite a deathly glare. If looks could have killed his brains would have plastered the wall behind him. before putting her gear down against the wall and unrolling her bedroll to sit down on. She went to light up a cigarette but just as she had her lighter to the end of it she noticed what looked like a distillery in the corner and decided it was probably best if she didn't light up in there. Mildly annoyed she leant back against the wall and awaited a possible reaction from the Legionary or someone else to pick her brains about her mental stability.