Basil sighed, and said, "Look, she has it. We'll find another one. There are so many vaults that I doubt this is the only one left that is functional." He glanced at the woman before he continued walking back the way they'd come. "She's Brotherhood of Steel, Jace; it'd be wisest to leave her alone. We can't further risk having them come after us. We don't know what all they have hidden behind their backs, but I'd also rather not find out."
	Kate smirked, but then asked, "Hey, kid. What do you plan on doing with a G.E.C.K., anyways?"
	Giving pause, Basil eventually replied, "Using it for its intended purpose. Terraforming, purification. What else would I do with it?"
	"Fixed functionality is the bane to the greatest minds," she said, but gave a dismissive shrug, "But nonetheless, good luck. I won't tell my friends of you four, so long as you don't deliberately make yourselves known to them."

	Leith aimed his gun between the raider's eyes, but halted when he realized that this one was particularly young. He sighed, "Christ, you're a kid." He shook his head. "Look, lower the gun. I'd rather not end your life, okay?" To bear witness to a teenager in ratty clothes, plates of rusted metal that he didn't doubt came from the door of an old car, with a gun that would probably blow up in his face, was just...sad to him, to say the least. Not to mention that he appeared to be hurt, if the blood that seeped from his shoulder was any indication. Not only that, but the bruises that were scattered all over his face, his bloodshot eyes, the pure terror that seeped from him in waves. Someone this young shouldn't have to become a ruthless murderer in order to survive. But that was just the world they lived in, wasn't it?