Ashton experimentally moved his foot around, grimacing as he felt small shocks of pain course through his foot every now and then, "I think i'll be alright. Although being shot really does suck all manner of ass, it isn't the first time its happened to me." he said to Nightingale. As Tesla mentioned heading to the outpost in Ottawa, Ash grunted and plunged his knife into the dirt, he wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of continuing to travel in a group, however his injury put in him at a disadvantage in the event that he got caught by more bandits, or god forbid, a death claw. Ashton wasn't too sure if there even WERE death claws this far north, but he didn't want to risk it on his own just yet. "I suppose the outpost is as good a place as any to get some real medical assistance. I'm in for now. It'll give me a chance to rest and restock too before I move on.".