MacCready stood up on the gate near the entrance to Little Lamplight. He was mostly focused on the cave mouth. There's always something that could make its way in, and only god knows what. Mungos, Mutants, Ferals.

In recent days, Slavers, Raiders, most of them quick to run off when they realize they can't get in and they're getting their ass handed to them by a preteen.

Luckily, all was calm for the moment, which might've been boring, but it's definitely not a thing to complain about. Especially for someone who's on guard duty, even if MacCready put himself there.