Mordecai looked over the pair one more time before taking the man's offer and took a seat at the table. His sickly green eye first scanned over the man he was here to see, Jacobson appeared like what Mordecai had come to expect from the average wastelander. He was armored and armed just well enough that he could get out of some trouble but not too much that it would slow him down or mark his as a target for any raiders. That gave the pale young man some faith in his potential leader, if one knew just the right amount of power to show they knew how to survive long enough to enjoy their rewards. Mordecai then looked over to the girl that was also sitting at the table. She was young like him, maybe in her mid teens, but that was were the similarities ended. He could tell this young girl knew how to handle her self in an altercation, her toned body and rough hands made it more than clear she had gotten into her fair share of fist fights and since she was here that meant she a least good enough not to get beaten to death. But despite all of her tough exterior Mordecai noticed something else about the girl. The breaking in her speech, the sweat that was beading off of her even though inside, her nervous energy, and the shaking. Though he wouldn't be able to say so with out a proper examination and a few tests Mordecai was sure that this girl was suffering from withdrawals from some sort of chem. This worried him slightly as he had met a few people going through withdrawls in his wandering and he knew just how desperate and reckless they could be.