“Just do it as quick as you can. In the meantime... ED-ITH: locate the last two punks and transmit their coordinates to Scrapheap and Maddy.”

(Lecturing tone, looking a deadly situation in the eye and not backing down)
“Even now- all four of your colleagues are dead and you just call ‘em your gang. Not friends. Not pals. Not even buddies... Nah, you’re assholes because you don’t have friends. And to survive this long: even an old “legless fuckin’ zombie” needs friends.”

(Wounded)
“Just doing what... any responsible wastelander would do.”