[center][color=Gray][h1][u]Knight Phineas Holiday Cassidy[/u][/h1][/color][/center]

Phineas Holiday Cassidy didn't say a word as they traveled, he was a little tense the last few days had been rough... Losing the scribe had been a real hit to morale, Maine had his method of coping that being copious amounts of violence and Armann had his method of deep thought. Finn would have paid a million caps to know his thoughts the old man was always a puzzle but one he enjoyed the company of, meanwhile he'd befriended Maine... As much as could, his actions spoke a lot more than he did and Finn did his best to keep the more violent Paladin in check in if he was only a Knight.

As they arrived Finn relaxed, taking up a post as everyone entered he engaged the defenses and locked the position down as he was the last one inside. Before the decontamination room, Finn had set upgraded the bunker's defenses and restored power to the building a handful of hardpoint mounted turrets buzzed to life as Finn stepped out of his armor grabbing parking it beside Khaliya's suit. [color=Gray]"Good to see ya, Ma'am."[/color] He added politely tipping his hat as the commander and the Star Paladin moved to discuss things. Past decon stood a rack of power armor repair station's set up by Finn to make his life easier, or as easy as it could as the only person able to keep them in good repair.

Across from the bunks a spread out workspace parts, guns, and machines were in pieces all over the tables and on the floor. A small generator sat idle nearby in the corner and few power tools near it, obviously well used. [color=Gray]"Well since the commander is indisposed and Maine as about as social as a Brahmin giving birth, falls to me to make y'all feel welcome! Receperint mi amice! Loquetur lingua mea paululum tui."[/color] Finn added stepping towards the center of the room, second part directed at Servius in Latin unsure if he knew English. [color=Gray]"Knight Phineas Cassidy Holiday at your service! Of course y'all can just call me Finn, Cass, or whatever strikes yer fancy. I'm the resident grease monkey and sniper for our little excursion!"[/color] The young man smiled pulling on a duster over his recon armor, it was nearly the same well-worn color of his hat. 

Phineas moved towards his bunk, soft locks of auburn hair poked out from under his hat as he rooted around in his footlocker a moment retrieving a holotape he grinned and moved towards the terminal they had. [color=Gray]"Now how about a little music? Been awhile since I had folks to talk with... Maine ain't exactly a conversationalist, no matter how good a drinking buddy he is."[/color] He grinned as plugged the tape into the terminal and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e58NJU5B3v8]music[/url] began to fill the room as Finn kicked off the wall from and rolled towards the still, sampling the booze with a shot glass. [color=Gray]"Need's a little more time, anyway make yourself at home. Don't touch our stuff unless we give permission."[/color]

Finn picked up a pair of welding goggle setting them around his neck as he looked out at the collected group, in truth the music was to drown out any arguing from the next room. [color=Gray]"I'll whip something up for dinner in a bit if y'all are hungry you can join us. I got the plumbing working a weeks ago so we have clean water if you want that... I've also got a collection of fine intoxicants if you prefer your drinks to alcoholic as I do. Lastly, I got a fridge at the back and a stash of nuka I keep to go with the rum when we find a bottle."[/color] He tapped his foot to the music organizing his tools, ready to answer questions or just be a good host knowing Maine would more than likely be watching all of them like a hawk he had nothing to fear.