"It's a real drag having to work with untrustworthy sorts!" Yunlan agrees enthusiastically, his focus back on Simmons. The skeleton in the corner will have to be dealt with, but there's a strange pathos in the way the rug is pulled haphazardly over it. That, the long-dry bottles of alcohol... there's a story of despair written in this room.

All over the Vault, in fact. He's not a superstitious man, but living in a tomb is really beginning to get on his nerves.

"Now, we're mostly civilians, too," he added in a chatty tone, "but I can vouch for our reliability. Come to think of it-- how long ago was that? When the bombs hit? We've been wondering if it's safe to open up or if we're going to have to wait a few more half-lives first."