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Reese had been quiet for most of the interactions when it came to the vault, he really didn't have anything to add, he didn't know about opening vaults and he certainly didn't know about the item they had made that was supposed to get it open, though he'd try his best to help in anyway he could.

He had been surprised when another person had shouted at them about the vault, finding it odd he would claim it as his and couldn't help but agree when the point was brought up about his name not being anywhere on the blasted thing. To Reese, it seemed like this guy was going to be trouble, just from how things were starting off anyways, but he would see, along with the rest of the group what the man with the loud mouth wanted.

He continued to listen to the interactions between everyone, slowly getting his rifle and held it in his hands, ejecting the magazine subtly to check how many bullets he had left before quietly pushing it back in his gun. [i]'Darn, should've bought some ammo when we were in Davenport,'[/i] He thought to himself when he saw there was only about five bullets left, it having slipped his mind because of the attack they had went through, oh well, he'd make it work if he had too.

Reese tested his ankle, putting a bit of weight on it, wincing slightly, his ankle was still sore, but not as bad as before, though he didn't expect his injury to be healed up in one day, at least he might be able to run on it, though he doubted for very long. “What exactly do you mean by sending us back to the Stone Age, friend?” He couldn't help but ask, not knowing much about the history of the old world's past, though it seemed like a bluff, at least to him, one thing he knew for sure however was that if the taunting and what seemed like threats kept happening, it wouldn't be long for a new party to get started.