"Oh great so there's a whole party here now? Damn, why wasn't I invited earlier?" Newton's sneer was perhaps more a reaction to the confusion and mayhem than anything else.
A kid, two chicks - both of which are armed, some psycho shooting a globe, and is that a old man hiding behind the goddamn tub? I suppose things couldn't get much weirder. Still he was alive, for now. The Deathclaw lay in a heap where the kid had brought it down. Its face forever twisted in the anguish and hatred of its final moments alive. At least that thing is dead. Though he was well aware even with the beast brought down that the scene could still result in his death. Newton didn't know these people, and their first impressions were less than ideal.
His eyes sharpened at the kid who had fallen over his leg. "Would you mind gettin' off me squirt? I know this was a life or death situation and all, but that doesn't mean we need to get all touchy-feely." Whether the kid actually intended to kill the Deathclaw or not, he still garnered some respect from the mercenary. Though judging by Newton's sarcastic tone it was hardly an obvious respect.
I should probably leave, or try to. I don't want to get caught up in all of... well, whatever this is. Newton would be able to fight again if it was demanded, but he hardly relished the concept of taking all these people on. Yeah, that probably wouldn't end too pretty. The Deathclaw fight hadn't harmed him physically, at least not enough to waste his final stimpack. The only thing that had taken a knock had been his stomach and his ego. I could have taken it down if I wanted to. He scrunched his nose at the realization that he had been bested by an almost dead creature. I wanted to lose. Now these people won't perceive me as a threat and they'll let me walk. Heh, even he didn't buy his own lie.
Newton still had a firm grasp on the bindings of his Deathclaw gauntlet, if this went sideways then he'd have to be ready. Let's just hope I can talk my way out of this one. Though if his previous confrontation with the chem dealers said anything about him, it was that he wasn't half as charming as he thought.
Maybe this time it'll be different. Or, more likely, end in just as much bloodshed.
Man, this was just not his day.
