You are my fan. And that's very weird. With all the people in the world, why would you be so interested in me? And what kinda fan are you? Are you the "Misery" kind? That's the sort of thing that comes through my mind whenever I see you around the bunker. It was Sam who decided to let you stay here, without asking me if I thought it was a good idea. To be honest you creep me out. But I'll keep it civil. So when I go get my morning coffee and I see you eating your breakfast I greet you, while keeping a safe distance.

"'Morning."