Kenneth had already walked out of the briefing room to acquire a welding torch somewhere... by the time he passed the room again, he could see the commander in the middle of his... disposing of a ghoul. Kenneth didn't know the context, but he didn't need one. It was safe to assume the ghoul had said something it shouldn't have. He stood there outside the room, transfixed and somewhat fascinated by the scene.

When the commander turned to him, Kenneth quickly skittered away. The man's intent and timing was quite clear. For some reason, he felt talked to, despite the fact he had done nothing to warrant such suspicions from the commander... perhaps such just spoke of the sheer presence the man's words held. He wasn't going to do anything from here on out that might compromise the organization. Right now he was just going to weld some armor together for the supermutant, recalibrate his laser rifle... and perhaps get some sleep... How long was it ago that he had naturally slept? It was hard to remember.