Most raiders were restless, but there were times when Savoy was decidedly so. He wasn't like Dixie, with a weird, insatiable urge to kill, nor like Nisha, with an undying need to reinforce the nature of the world. No, he was more like a caged dog, pacing behind bars as he waited for the right moment, the right adversary, and the right provocation. All raiders enjoyed bloodshed, but Savoy enjoyed putting others in their place, whether that be below him in the hierarchy or in the dirt for the bugs.

Dirt and bugs was the point he was at now, stalking the last of a set of wayward wanderers through the night just outside Nuka-World's walls. Losing sight of them wasn't a bother- weak, scared people tended to act very similar and each move could be reliably predicted even in the dark.

"This wouldn't be hard if you just gave me that fancy gadget on your arm," he called out, using his knowledge of the landscape to his advantage as he tried to get them in his sights again. "Just come here, and hand it over, and we'll call it all good, yeah? You won't end up like your little friends. Pinky promise."

His voice, low like a growl, was the only thing breaking the tranquil of the night this far away from the park. It stirred an excitement in his gut when he imagined how it must have felt to be the wandered, terrified and running with nowhere to go, trying to flee a wild animal in its own territory. But it wasn't enough to fantasize about that fear. He needed to see it plastered across the stranger's face and be the last horrid visage they ever saw.