In almost any other circumstance, Tala would have laughed as the man tumbled into the cave. It was rather ungraceful and almost comedic - like one of the scenes you show in the pre-war comics she'd occasionally stumble upon. With the Legion so close, however, all she felt was fear. Would the pursuers know where they were? She was confident that she could hinder them if they chose to come through the concealed door, but if she'd survive, that was another matter altogether. 

Tala ignored the man. The lights within grew dim as a female woman walked forward. A cowboy repeater aimed straight towards Tala's chest. The native moved not an inch. "You're either an Underground or just shit lucky. Which one?"

"Fire a round," Tala said, "and the whole entire Legion will know where to find this safe house."

"And you're the one who drew them to us."

Tala frowned. To an extent, the woman was right; however, if anyone was to blame, it was the man sucking in air at her feet. She shifted slightly as the voices from the outside grew louder. "Turn out the lights. We'll talk about this later," she said. Tala moved towards the man and tapped him on the forehead. "And you. We'll need to have a chat later."