Randall stared at the man. He could see his hand reaching for his pistol he soon stopped him with his words.
"The difference is, I've worked with the NCR and Mr. V before" He took a drink from the nuka alcohol mix.
"I was born into the legion then escaped, V told me to meet you here, you can put your can-shooter away, no need to cause a riot over nothing" He took another drink before turning back to Jackson.
"V told me about a job, but didn't go into details, mind explaining what it is I'm actually going to be doing on the job?"