Grognak was satisfied with the response of Mr.Shaw, feeling the explanation was genuine enough to soothe the Supermutant's growing nerves and taking mild interest in the ghoul's offer. He watched him walk away before turning back to the man known as Holland and hearing out his thanks and warnings.

"Grognak love celebrate! A flagon of ale would quench Grognak's thirst!" Grognak exclaimed, heaving his mighty hand into the air and brought it down to give Holland a solid pat to the back, making sure to hold back as to not accidentally provoke the law man into attacking. Living with the traders taught Grognak that communicating physically with humans was full of restraint, a skill he was all too happy to hone as a warrior needed to be all to familiar with the discipline.