"Do your country proud, sir. Though, for the record, institutionalisation is the keystone to civilisation! You don't seriously think you'd get anywhere in this anarchic post-nuclear dump, do you? No."
Gov. saw fit to give one of his tactless lectures once again once the bearded man started sounding all Anarchist. Gov. had scanned the Federal history records, and he knew perfectly well that Anarchists were just as bad as Communists. They wanted to tear down civilisation and indulge in a place where the brainless brutes lord over everyone else. Seemed like they'd be right at home here. He had estimated this man wasn't a real Anarchist, though. He was far too intelligent and pacifistic for that.
It was barely five minutes later, once the bearded man had disappeared, that their quarry showed up outside the building, with his ridiculous blue-and-yellow suit.
"YOU!" Gov. turned to him soon after he appeared, blabbering away like a teenager at the Knight fellow. "How dare you sass this man! He is badly-equipped, that is for certain, but from the information available to me, he fights for justice! Not like you, you society-disrupting, communal-farm-running, officer-purging, monarchy-overthrowing, vodka-drinking-"
As he was busy ranting at the cocksure fellow, the Vault dweller uttered some eldritch words. Programming codes. They pierced straight through his auditory sensors and spread throughout his neural network, shutting off his voice synthesiser in mid-sentence and sending him to self-regulation mode. He went stiff, the lights on his head turning red and his arms drooping to the floor.
"Processing..." He 'said' in a monotone voice, a long pause and some loud clicks and whirrs following.
"C-c-codes recognised."
Under normal circumstances, this would be the point where his programming would reformat itself, but it seemed that some higher programming, embedded deep within him, deeper than any scavenger had dug, intervened and blocked it from proceeding.
"...Reformat blocked. C-c-codes overruled. Level insufficient. Cover code not found. Rebooting."
This was followed by even more clicks and whirrs, and then quite a loud tumbling noise within his chassis. His condition returned to normal with a 'brrrrrrrrrreeeee'.
"...Hmm? What the hell just happened?!"
By the time he regained his senses, the man... whoever he was... had disappeared, and more worryingly, there was the sound of helicopters. There was only one group he had encountered since he was first rebooted that had access to those...
"...Wait. Impostors! Impostors detected!"