Scavenging in the wasteland wasn't easy, no matter how many times someone did it. While you didn't do it much, the few times you did, you felt like you were being watched. But this time, it was much, MUCH worse. You kept hearing footsteps, seeing things, and you swore that there was someone there, watching you. At the sound of a twig snapping, uou quickly turn around, swearing you had caught of glimpse of two yellow rings staring at you in the dark. Eyes? Something was definitely following you. And it seemed to have noticed your attention. Slowly, cautiously, a tall, noir cladded .. 'man' stepped out of the shadows with his hands raised.

"Sorry to scare you, kid. Didn't mean to stalk ya, but you just looked so shaken, so I figured I'd ease into greeting you.. Ah well, we're talking now so.." He trailes off

He pauses, nonchalantly lighting up a cigarette, the smoke leaving his lips along with the large holes in the synthetic skin of his neck. His face was worn and grey, you swore you could see little wires through the gaps of his old, worn down skin. He's a synth, for sure, but... He doesn't look like any of the modern ones.

"Care to put that gun away? I know I can be an intimidating guy, but I promise I won't hurt you. I just got a couple of questions I'd like to ask. Particularly about a fella named Johnny Emerson? He's involved in a pretty extensive string of robberies in Diamond City, and word is that you were the last one seen with him. That true?"