Raphael was pretty much oblivious to the people crowding around his spot, staring at the sky with a bunch of random thoughts going through his mind, none of which being all that important or relevant. Just some things he wondered about from time to time. He was snapped back into reality by the doors of Mick and Ralph slamming shut as the lady he saw go in came back out hopping after a ghoul, who apparently just took a spot near Raphael along the walls of the building. A SANE ghoul, at that. Raphael shook his head, "Shit, I've seen weirder things." he said to himself. He had only seen feral ghouls before, mostly when his old gang in the Fiends used to go deeper into the desert. What is with this lady? She's as giddy as a damn buffout addict in a hospital. Then she started talking about a...blast zone? Raphael had heard stuff about a big explosion that happened a little ways away from Vegas, monsters pouring out of some vault after it went up in a mushroom cloud. Man, what a mess. Raphael thought about offering himself as a hired gun, that place can't be even remotely safe to be, not to mention the journey GETTING there could be littered with a whole bunch of bad shit. Besides, the Followers weren't going to have another job for him for a while, and it'd sure as hell beat sitting on his ass in Freeside for a month. He decided to introduce himself.

Raphael half-waved at the group forming near him. "Hey, you all heading out into the wastes? If ya need another pair of hands, I'm your man. I'm good with guns, knives, and I can get in and out of a place as fast as lightning." Raphael addressed the lady specifically, as she seemed to be the "party leader" as it would. "The name's Raphael, by the way."