"Kids, stop fighting for once in your damn lives," Leith scolded, huffing as he took a seat on a boulder, beginning to check his gun over before they set off. Though he trusted his combat shotgun to deal adequate damage when she needed to, she'd gotten old and was constantly falling apart. He didn't quite have the heart to throw her away yet, though, as she'd always been there for him before. If she went down, then he was going down with her, just like a captain with his ship. Still, he liked to make sure that she was ready to go before he rushed off into potentially dangerous situations.
	"Jace, here's the last of the Rad-Away that we have on us," Basil said, walking over to him with the syringe ready, "You need to take it before we go."