Plotting revenge in his head was the sweetest feeling, he decided. Everything in him wanted vengeance for the injustices shown to him by that dirty wastelander. He had decided that the mutant wasn't his enemy, but he was still edgy around him. And still a bit afraid, too, but he'd never admit that. Besides, it had all been that scumbags fault for playing his stupid little joke in the first place. And how dare he suggest that Sabin was fighting for nothing? He'd get his revenge, and he was willing to bet that ample opportunities would present themselves across their journey. Still savoring the imagined images in his head, he heard the elevator clang open.

Sabin looked to the two figures that were spit out by the elevator, looking them up and down. They were both women, he concluded. Of course, growing up with the NCR, he was used to humans of both genders being treated equally, so that didn't alter his opinion much on them. They looked decently armed, and he decided that they could handle themselves in a firefight. Sabin's face reddened as they both asked about the smell of piss that was obvious throughout the room. They wouldn't expect him now that he had changed, right? He didn't want even more people to think of him as a foolish child. When Del decided to take it onto himself to inform them of his accident, he stared upon him indignantly, his mouth open in anger. "Hey! What the hell're you talking 'bout? Must be the mutant that's showin' off that smell, but it sure as hell ain't me!"

As the robot entered through the elevator, Sabin raised his eyebrows. First a mutant, and now some kind of...robot? Where the hell were all these... things coming from? And how would they assist in this expedition? He didn't freak out just as much as he did when he'd seen the mutant, but he was definitely quite startled by this contraption too. Sure it couldn't be sentient, it was a barking pile of metal for Pete's sake! He continued to stare open-mouthed, trying to come onto a conclusion about the strange bot.