Isaac nodded his understanding at her words. It was a fair decision. He himself had never wanted to visit Vault 118, since he and his mother had left. Circumstances may be different between the two young adults at the table, but the sentiment was the same: There was only bad news, if any, waiting for them at the place they once called home. Isaac fell into a comfortable silence as he occasionally sipped his drink, throwing an arm over the back of the chair and leisurely gazing around the room. It seemed that Zara was in her own world and everytime he spoke, he was dragging her out of it. At first, it had seemed like a good idea to keep her in conversation and her mind off what was probably awful thoughts about her pursuers, but he changed tack and decided to let have some time to think. Maybe sorting her thoughts out, whilst in this safe environment, was a good thing. If she could clear her head a bit now, maybe she'd be sharper when they got back out on the road. After a while, he got up and went to the bar for more drinks. He double-checked with the owner that their room would be ready when they were, then returned. He eventually tried to start up some more conversation between he and Zara, talking about the latest news he heard around New York, (which wasn't much, considering he'd only just got back) and of course, the expedition and what was going on in Boston; The Minute Men defeating the Brotherhood of Steel and the evil Institute to finally free the Commonwealth of its oppressors. The two ordered some food and more drinks, before Isaac was ready to retire to their room. It was fairly early, but he was in need a good sleep tonight. Before Zara could protest, he occupied the chair in the corner of the room, used his jacket as a blanket and his rucksack as a foot rest. In the safety of Grasscroft, it wasn't long before Isaac drifted into slumberland.