MacCready looks up at you as you approach him, his expression guarded. "Look pal," he says, sizing you up, "If you're preaching about the atom or looking for a friend, you've got the wrong guy." He pauses for a moment, "If you need a hired gun, than maybe we can talk." You get the sense that he's not one for small talk, and that he's wary of strangers. "So, what's it gonna be?" he asked, his tone challenging and his hand reaching for the hilt of his gun.