Len doesn't sound sure, particularly since his understanding of the Pip-Boy's features doesn't necessarily account for the prospect of potentially being on an alien planet. If the frequency is even remotely the same, there's no guarantee of accurate triangulation. Hell, it might disperse further the closer they get to the source.
He sucks a breath in between his teeth and switches the radio off again, displeased with how little he can extrapolate, how little everyone seems to know about where they are and why they're here. The signal could be the lead they need to leave this place, or it just as easily be a trap they're all willingly walking into. The odds aren't great, either which way.
"...anyway," he rolls his eyes a little, more at the situation than anything else as his hand lowers again. "I'm Len. Folk back home usually call me the Courier."
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Len doesn't sound sure, particularly since his understanding of the Pip-Boy's features doesn't necessarily account for the prospect of potentially being on an alien planet. If the frequency is even remotely the same, there's no guarantee of accurate triangulation. Hell, it might disperse further the closer they get to the source.
He sucks a breath in between his teeth and switches the radio off again, displeased with how little he can extrapolate, how little everyone seems to know about where they are and why they're here. The signal could be the lead they need to leave this place, or it just as easily be a trap they're all willingly walking into. The odds aren't great, either which way.
"...anyway," he rolls his eyes a little, more at the situation than anything else as his hand lowers again. "I'm Len. Folk back home usually call me the Courier."