Albus glared at Samuel.

"We are [i]not[/i] resorting to murder if he refuses to relent. Vault dwellers are naive-- ignorant of the realities of the Wasteland. The fact that he still believes communal interaction is something that has to be [i]institutionalized[/i] speaks volumes of this. We will show him the error of his ways, and we will convince him to turn against the vices and traps of the old world's monsters."

Albus turned to Government, and smiled.
"Thank you for your help. We had best get to work before the Vault Dweller moves. We'll start with the barman, he should know where to find the Vault Dweller."

With a confident gait, Albus wormed his way through the crowd at the bar. There were quite a number of haggard individuals centered around the barman, but Albus did his best to catch his attention anyway.
"Excuse me," Albus said to Davis, "Have you seen a man wearing a Vault suit around here?"