The terrific thudding sound of weighty footsteps approaches around the corner of the abandoned basement you're trapped in. You just had to go scavenging for more Wonderglue, didn't you, Wastelander? A Deathclaw matriarch rounds the corner, her forked tongue flicks through the air, picking up on your scent. Well, there's no point hiding and delaying the inevitable. Except — she's not hostile. She's not mindless. She's — intelligent! In a deep, harsh and slightly stilted voice, she actually says out loud: "I can smell you, just to make that abundantly clear. I'm not going to gore you, or maul you, or disembowel you, or crush you, or pull you to pieces, or eat you. So, just — don't start screaming or shooting or tossing grenades at me or just anything at all involving senseless violence, please? Will you calm down and come out, please? Look, my name's Ruga, alright? Are you still there?"