Abigail immediately pushed the wasteland omelet towards Brooks as she tore open the box of snack cakes. In a precise, fluid  and well-practiced movement, she scooped three cakes into her little fist and jammed all of them into her mouth at once. Her cheeks bulged with stale sponge and irradiated sugar as her broad smile could barely contain the food behind it, chewing away in silence whilst she happily swung her legs back and forth on the chair. She never took her eyes off Brooks however, and idly scratched at her elbow whilst his stony gaze seemed fixated on the hallway where their target wandered off.

Brooks forked at the omelet, not really hungry as his eyes remained on the table the sharp dressed man had gotten off of. Some time passed and the man returned back to his seat, he could see the vault-girl talk to him but not really make out any word. With the omelet half-eaten, Brooks stood himself up with a groan, placing his fork on the plate. Along with Abigail, the two made their leisurely way towards the fine-suited man and vault-girls table. 

Brooks slapped a friendly hand on the man’s shoulder as he neared the table, pulling close a nearby chair and seating himself by the table in between the already seated. Abigail also dragged a chair from a nearby table and twirled it around, sitting on it backwards as she rested her head on her hands and smirked.
Lowering his tone so none aside the seated could hear, Brooks said “You must be the fine fella’ Donna’ hired. Now I don’t know what your job is, nore do I need to know. However the lady’s gettin’ impatient so i’m gonna’ need to go back knowin’ what the status on that is.” he’d remain impassive as he spoke, eyes briefly flicking down at the patch of red staining the man’s shirt.

Abigail let Brooks do his thing. She knew he could handle himself, and since she hardly seemed intimidating there was no point trying to coerce anyone. Instead, she rather curiously watched the vault girl fix some sort of complicated weaponry on the desk. Her wrist disappeared into her own box of snack cakes as she nodded towards the machinery, rather innocuously asking “Whatcha doing over there, vaultie?”