Zhang smiled as he held up a hand to stop the doctor from buying him a drink, "The party will provide for the people, it only request assistance and service from them when called upon."

He walked over to the bar and flagged the bartender, "Two drinks comrade. One for me and one my new friend Dr. Mathias."

After some walking about and the clinging of some bottles, the man produced two bottles of Nuka-Cola which Zhang thanked and paid him for as he passed one to Mathis. He pretended to ignore the man as he began to count the caps, hoping that he wouldn't get greed and tell him there was a new tax for the drink or something like that. Opening his own first, he held it up and said "To the people." before beginning to drink it down, taking a seat at the bar with his back against the wood. He looks at Mathis and he still holds his bottle unopened, "Do you wish to have alcohol comrade?"

As he went in for another sip, he nearly slipped it as blue flaming mist swept by him from one of his neighbors, some of it managed to get on to him as started a small fire which he had to vigorously pat down. Glaring at the brown haired man trying to impress a lady, Zhang tapped him on the shoulder, "Do you mind not trying to burn down this place? If you really want to destroy capitalistic creations, the party welcomes your attempts."

He stared the boy in the eyes with blacks eye strained and hardened by pre-war military training and comic books, ignoring the bartender's glares due to his comment about setting his business on fire.