As the duo walked to the camp and as Cat asked Donny about her mutation, the young man responds quickly. [color=firebrick]"Well we all have our secrets. And besides that it's... Let me put it this way. You know the Valklin. Not going to pretend we were anything more than raiders... But none of us were super mutated. So all that stuff they did... They did with normal human brains. They weren't driven to frenzy because of rads or stuff like that. They weren't born crazy because their mom or dad drank the green juice. But I'm nothing like them."[/color] They way Donny said this seemed more like he was trying to convince himself, rather than you. He just sighed and waved his hand. [color=firebrick]"Anyways point is that even if you're a mutant you seem lucid and haven't fucked with me yet. So I have no reason to judge you. Besides if I did have a problem with it I wouldn't be heading to Underhaven, knowing fully well they have mutants there anyways."[/color]

Reaching the camp, it was crowded. Just about everyone was huddled around the single barrel fire, though the two could see some people resting in the tents. Two figures stood out: one was an olderman wearing a red cross patch on his shoulder and another seemed like some sort of horder. He had one of the metal shacks to himself, which barely had enough space for him as the rest of it was filled from floor to ceiling with bags of junk and bits. Donny motioned towards him. [color=firebrick]"I'm guessing he might have some stuff to trade. Let's find a place to sit down first and then we can trade scrap for supplies."[/color] Once over at the crates, Donny would help Cat set up camp. They didn't have much, but Donny was able to cobble together a makeshift wall and roof by opening one of the crates and using the lid to give the two some privacy. It wasn't sturdy by any means, and Donny wasn't going to waste nails securing what's basically a temporary set up, but he did reuse the nails in the crate to keep the structure from falling over on itself. It would be a cramp space, but Donny and Cat could reasonably share the area.

Donny sat down and began to take inventory of his loot. A broken rifle with seven .308 caliber bullets, two pocket knives, a handful of springs from pens, and five coins. He also brought out the tool box that had a box of nails, a roll of duct tape, two hammers, a pipe wrench, a set of screwdrivers, screws, bolts, and washers. He had a baseball bat, a flashlight (with dead batteries), extra underclothes, a towel, two Pre-Cata MREs, and finally two lengths of rebar. He looked up to Cat as he laid out his items. [color=firebrick]"This is what I got. With time and a few more mats, I might be able to repair this rifle. Honestly it looks kinda shit, but even a shitty rifle is good for bartering. Otherwise take the bullets, I bet you can get a good deal trading those. You can also take these knives to trade, as well as the bat, clothes, and the MRE's. I'll bet the weapons will be traded pretty easily, those folk out there don't look very well armed. The women would probably trade for the clothes too. And I bet anyone will want the MRE's, assuming you don't wanna keep them for yourself. If you have anything else worthwhile to trade, I'm sure you can strike a deal with someone out there."[/color]

Getting himself comfortable Donny took out another set of tools from his bag, setting it on the ground in front of him as he looked over the broken rifle. [color=firebrick]"I'll stay here and fix up this gun. Honestly it doesn't look too bad, and I can probably proxy some parts with what I got here. Who knows, might be able to turn it into something we could actually use once we head back into the metro."[/color] Donny left Cat the items he wasn't going to need so she could go barter while he stayed behind to watch over the camping spot. Most of the other folk were milling about, cooking a bit of food or chatting. Most of them were eating nutrient bricks but some had some sort of root vegetable they were cooking in the fire. The horder was doing business with a couple of men, trading some canned goods for a handful of bullets. Seemed like someone here had ammo to trade at least.