Quinn, even after his hatred for his own vault. The memories stayed, the relief and sorrow that was created as he broke down. Shit he would think. Depression eventually got to him- this was the first step. His parent's were hurt, they loved him...unconditionally at least. Quinn knew that they loved him, they were just too afraid to let go of their pride. Quinn shouldn't be grateful for their lives being spared, most likely being aided by this group of people- whatever they are called...Brotherhood of Steel? He was too scared to tell them that there were holes in the Vault Doors, a broken holotape right after he stepped out of Vault. They wouldn't have believed him, there Vault was in secrecy and they believed that the Wastelanders couldn't find them, too incompetent to know that there was a Vault somewhere in the subways of New York.
He ripped the pictures, too concealed to let out his anger, leaking of sorrow as tears slowly spilled out. The woman pat him in the back, he might have just destroyed the only evidence that lead to Vault 43's failure...but this group or clan of people might help his home. His origins might still be alive. He urged himself to go back, to help, but he was sure that they were helping Vault 43. By now his tracker would begin to beep that called all travelers within radio distance to come back. " J-...just. Uhm- " The blond lady understood. She stood right beside him the whole time, to just walk with him, to pat his back and reassure that he needed to be strong. He was doing good for going to the Sky Citadel, they believed that what they were doing was the right thing...and he partially believed them.
Quinn was lost in that as he wept and mourned for his losses. He didn't know, he should've spoken up- to let them know that there was going to be a breach coming in soon. That there was going to be some kind of attack or that they should be cautious. Vault 43 was cocky.
Soon, the woman had led him into the Sky Citadel, or...the Empire State Building. The tallest thing in New York, she repeated her words carefully, almost with care a delicacy- she seemed determined for Quinn to work on the Robot's in the basement, well...it was war. Quinn agreed blatantly and then he was led to the basement. There were crates, and construction robot's that were rusty. Quinn sniffled- standing there quietly in front of the entrance as the woman introduced him to his surroundings...to his new job. After he shown his first objective the woman gave him his condolences and then left. Leaving Quinn with his broken self and destroyed mind.