“Of course.” He’d let Noah get a few steps away before calling after him, “And get some rest. Doctor’s orders!”

+ I could stay in the area for a while, set a schedule with you to come by for check-ups.”

He heart ached for the kids who wouldn’t get to see the sky for so long… but he understood.

“Yeah, of course. And I won’t use your supplies unless I get desperate,” he reassured. Alcohol wasn’t exactly cheap. “Not sure if you all have a doctor but assuming they don’t all hate my bedside manner, +

+ began to unpack. “Oh, and if you have any alcohol. I’ve got a bit but if something gets messy… I’ll need more for antiseptic.”

“I get it,” he remarked at Noah’s comment about the lingering guard. “I’ll get set up just fine. I know it’s a long shot but got any idea on a headcount? Any kids? Need to make sure I don’t have a bunch of tools out when they come in. Don’t want to scare them.”

He took off his pack and +

+ a place to rest tonight would be more than enough. Doesn’t even need to be inside the vault.”

He chuckled, taking off his cap and running a hand through his hair. “It’s not easy to find well guarded places to sleep.”

It was impressive though the entrance being down in a hole seemed… dangerous.

Plenty of things that could get you cornered down there… Raiders had been know to dump fuel into places like this and burn them out.

His attention was drawn back to Noah as he offered payment. “Honestly, just +

There was a clear unspoken message there. But as Noah finished his sentence, Zahir couldn’t help but smile. “Well, guess I’m nobody then.”

He nodded, following closely though to say he had no worries would’ve been a lie. But, Noah seemed friendly… and not crazy, so he continued.

“Well, count yourselves lucky that it was able to be dealt with,” he offered, trying to offer encouragement.

“It’s… it’s an uphill battle.” Every day felt like it’s own war but that meant the work was never ending. Maybe one day he could rest, but for now? He had work to do.

“Is your fault safe? I’ve heard… stories.”

“Don’t feel bad. We’re primarily in Appalachia but things took a rough turn for the original group… We’re mostly just volunteers here and there.”

He followed closely, pulling on the straps of his pack. “I figured there’s more than just Appalachia that needs my help, so I’ve been traveling.”

“Zahir Peri. Flatwoods Paramedic branch of the Responders. Most people call me Peri.”

He shook it, offering a soft smile. “You should get some rest once we get up and going.”

I understand.

How are you? Any wounds? I can treat you now, if so. Can’t help others if you’re hurt too.

Not needed. The Responders do what we can, where we can. We just ask that you help others when you can too.

I can set up a medical tent and you can direct the injured to me?

Anyone in need of medical care? My chems are limited but I know first aid.

I like to learn.

I take it you don’t enjoy questions… at least about yourself?

And how did you end up here, host of the Ray-Dee-Oh? (He’s pronouncing it like she did, offering a smile.)

Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. Where are you from, Kimira?

(Sentences said before being attacked by a sword)

Woah, you sound like you came straight out of a Hubris Comics book. How long did it take you to learn that accent?

Ah, Zahir Peri. Most of my friends call me Peri.

(He’d offer a hand.) Responder, Flatwood Paramedic.

Newcomer? Me newcomer?

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