Basil winced when Jace deliberately ran into him, but merely sighed in response to the antagonism. Did Jace think that he was happy, that he was proud, to leave the vault empty-handed? He'd been on this journey, as well, for months now, and he was just as damned tired of finding leads and just as quickly losing them. But if they had found a vault that had one functional G.E.C.K., then he had hope that there'd be another. And the last thing that either of them needed was the Brotherhood of Steel coming after them; this way, perhaps the woman would remain true to her word and keep their own expedition under wraps. That way, they could all keep to their own business in peace.
	"Wait a minute," he murmured, just now noticing that Kaye and Leith had disappeared. Had they feared a worse confrontation and finally decided to take the risk of excavating deeper into the vault? Well, they weren't here for a G.E.C.K., so he couldn't see why not; after all, they were just a couple of dealers of junk. Anything was worth something to them.
	
	Leith sighed, ignoring Kaye's dissatisfaction with the results of his kindness. He then reached into the smaller bag that he always kept on him, pulling out what appeared to be a miniature first-aid kit; it was nothing fancy, but in times of crisis, it had become useful for hasty jobs of stitching and disinfecting. He then dropped it onto the grimy floor, kicking it forward.
	"You're not getting anything else, kid, unless you put the gun down. I don't want to fight you, but I would also prefer to keep my belongings," he said.