As Poe advanced closer and closer upon him, Sabin stood his ground. Anger still engulfed his features and he kept his eyes locked with Poe, refusing to give in. When he pulled out his plasma defender, Sabin's resolve wavered a bit as he glanced towards the weapon, though it quickly hardened again as he looked back into his eyes. He may have faltered a bit when that mutant had come in, but there was no way in hell that he would yield to some whack brained wastelander! Sabin was just about reaching over his shoulder to grab his rifle before Hayley's voice broke in. He'd whip his head to the side, staring at the woman. Who was she acting like she had any business in their conflict?
It wasn't until Poe mentioned his pants did he realize that he was still wearing the soiled uniform, and his face reddened. Sabin's anger evaporated, he'd forgotten about that. As Poe walked with his back turned to him, Sabin had the nerve to scream one last thing at the man, "Yeah, walk away ya scumbag!" before he too turned his back, going to find some isolated corner where he could change into his spare uniform.
He doubted Poe would mess with him now in his clean uniform, he'd probably only done it because Sabin's accident had gave him some false courage, he thought. Sabin silently vowed to himself to never break like that again, no matter what kind of radiated mutant monster was standing before him, he didn't care if it was a god damned deathclaw! So that mutant must be friendly, huh... Of course he'd heard of incidents such as that happening, but he'd never believed them, dismissing them as idealistic thinking. He guessed that he'd just have to get used to that giant monster, he couldn't be that bad if he hadn't bit his head off! He made his way back to the balcony where everyone was still hanging around, standing there awkwardly and every few seconds throwing angry glances towards Poe. Sabin had a feeling that he would not get along with that man.