[ It becomes an immediate relief to be able to speak on roughly the same wavelength, even if the brick shithouse in the too-tight coveralls happens to be from the opposite side of the country. It's a better frame of reference than knowing nothing at all about a person. Commonwealth could be a couple options, but it's safe to say it's cold and north of D.C. Len tips his head toward the Pip-Boy on his wrist. ]

This? Nah. I ain't one of those vault dwellers.

[ He says, with only a small amount of disdain for the suggestion that he might look like somebody freshly green behind the ears. ]

Consolation prize I got from a nice doctor for getting shot in the head and being a model patient.

[ Which isn't...entirely untrue. ]