Nick had been locked in a room in Vault 114 after he had been trying to find out where a woman named Darla went. He was a bit surprised when he heard the heavy metal door being opened.

"Ah, my knight-in-shining-armor. But the question is, why does he come all this way, risk life and limb, for an old private eye?"

He let out a stiff chuckle, not paying attention to or even looking at whoever opened the door. He took out a cigarette and lit it with a skilled hand before taking a drag.