[i]How's your neck wound? Healing I hope?"[/i] Melanie and Andrew sat together in the cafeteria, one of the few remaining log cabins left in the world, build from untouched trees from northern canada. From the eastern double door entrance where the squad would enter from, they would find eight large wooden round-tables with pre-war style cushioned cloth club chairs, each big enough to seat Golem without heaving. On the northern side of the hall, a grand fireplace housed a roaring fire, a soft red rug in front of it with four lounge chairs with small wooden tables between each. Andrew and Whisper sat there now, foot-long subs for each of them with assorted meats and veggies, grown under the very building, and drinks. On the southern and southern-eastern edge was the kitchen, built with a buffet, they had everything there. From simple potatos and carrots to filet mignon and flank steak. Not to mention a fine selection of desserts and a bar with so many selections of alcohol that it was almost treasonous. All provided by the ingrediants and seeds provided by the gracious denizens of Vault 42 who's cooks and gardeners were hand picked to join the Eagle Point staff. They were given the best facilities to engorge their passion of foods for America's finest soldiers. A few officers and assistants sat at various tables, enjoying their late dinners. On the western side was a large bay window that gave a dramatic view of the cliffside that was the edge of Eagle Point, having been situated on a mountain, the only way in and out of Eagle Point was Vertibird. Blizzard outside raged and pounded against the windows, but the sound of the wind did not overcome the sound of the conversations of the officers and the crackle of the fire.

"I'm fine. Just tired and sore." The super mutant that Andrew beat the stuffing out of had done a number on her, throwing her across the room and making her impact a set of old stairs, greatly injuring her back. Didn't break or crack it, thankfully. She had her armor to thank for that. "Thank you for...Saving me...and everything, today." "Damn...a thank you from the mute woman!" he thought to himself before smiling. [I]"Not a problem. Simply doing my job."[/i] For a second, he could have swore he saw a smile creep up on her as she took a bite of her sandwich. She leaned back in the chair and let out a sigh, relaxing and setting her eyes on the fire. They reminded her of her previous life, and her previous family. The good times. She snapped out of it as Andrew spoke again, asking for a toast. She hadn't taken a drink of her lonestar yet, she didn't see why not. She reached for it and popped off the cap on the side of the table and clinked with Andrew's thermos before taking a drink, letting the golden liquid burn on the way down her throat, pure ecstasy coming over her for a moment. An Ice cold beer at the end of the day was what made it all worth it in the end. Though to Andrew, piping hot tea was the equivalent of her lonestar beer.

As for our deathclaw, he was happy. Leinhart had Bear's helmet in hand, fixing up the dents and the dinks, humming a tune to himself. It worked quickly, cleaning the armor piece by peace, polishing them, purifying them of the damages, even improving them in some places. He didn't exactly know where he learned to be such a good metal craftsman...er, craftsclaw, but it was extremely beneficial to his staying here. Though he had to say, he was starting to grow a tad bit hungry. He stood, heading over to the Cafeteria. Hopefully they would warm up to him a bit more instead of continuing the cold reception that they demonstrated in the briefing room. He chuckled to himself as he realised the pun that he just made concerning the cold reception and the fact Eagle Point was on top of a mountain and constantly covered in snow.
Ozymandius stopped in his tracks when the deathclaw loomed out of a doorway at the end of the corridor. He watched until it made eye contact with him. It was still somewhat startling even though he was quite sure it didn't pose any great danger. At least not from what he gathered so far. The giant continued down the hall coming up on the new squad member with a relaxed smile.

[b]"Evening,"[/b] he said.
Leinhart straightened up and then gave a subtle bow, [b]"Good evening,"[/b] he returned.
[b]"Don't suppose you're headed for the cafeteria?"[/b] Ozymandius asked, [b]"Wouldn't mind the company."[/b]
[b]"Nor would I,"[/b] Lienhart turned to walk beside him. [b]"Sorry 'bout the staring. It's just that I've never,"[/b] he continued and the deathclaw sighed silently thinking he knew exactly where this was going, [b]"met anybody taller than me."[/b] A noise that almost sounded like laughter issued from the deathclaw's belly, [b]"No. I do not imagine you ever have."[/b]
The strange looking pair made their way to the cafeteria in a comfortalbe silence. Already it felt like cold Eagle Point was warming up a bit. He paid no heed to the new face in the camp, Devon. Part of him thought that he was just another face, it didn't strike him that Devon was the new squad member having arrived early.

Stepping inside, Leinhart made his way over to the buffet. The cooks in the kitchen behind the buffet looked upon him with a hint of fear in their eyes. Their pupils grew to the size of dinner plates as Leinhart got a plate and placed a whole chicken onto it, and had a second plate with various vegetables and more meats. By the time he was done stacking food, he had enough to fill the stomachs of four people. Unfortunately for him it wouldn't be a filling meal, something that would stave off a hunger until he could come in here when nobody was around and empty half the buffet to get a full meal. He sat down at a far table with his food and took off a glove and used his claw to pick apart the food. Forks and knives weren't something he needed as his claws were sharp enough to pierce heavy armor. He picked apart the chicken, slicing through the bones like they were tissue paper. He was surprised to see Golem join him however, setting down a beer for the both of them. The deathclaw looked at the beer, seemlingly raising an eyebrow to it before taking a drink of it and feeling the bitter liquid slide down his throat to join the chicken in his stomach. At first, it was horrible, then a few memories of his previous life came back and the bitter drink became liquid gold as a sense of pleasure came over him. There was something that looked like a smile on his face as he patted Golem's back, knocking the wind out of the gargantuan man.