[As he wanders through the infirmary, Norman picks up various medicines and looks them over. He pockets a Med-X, but leaves most of the other stuff where it is. Naturally, the bottles he's searching for won't be clearly on display... they're almost certainly locked up somewhere. Norman's eyes fix on a wall safe, and he walks over to investigate.
The locks appears relatively complex, but nothing someone with his level of training in lockpicking can't handle. After glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure nothing's about to sneak up on him, Norman rests his pistol down on a nearby table and pulls out a bobby pin and a torque. He starts to work carefully at the lock, when the sound of glass crunching makes him freeze. He quickly removes his tools from the lock and grabs his 10mm again, aiming it in the general direction of the sound.]
Shit...
[It's dark in the Vault, but a feral ghoul wouldn't be able to sneak, not only because it lacks the mental capacity to think of it, but because the sound it makes would give it away. No, now he's starting to suspect there might be someone else creeping around... maybe someone who noticed the Vault had been opened and wanted their share of the loot.
The thought that another human might be in the room with him encourages Norman to duck down in the event that he might come under fire. It also gets him to speak up.]
Who's there? Whoever you are, if you shoot, I'm taking you down with me.
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The locks appears relatively complex, but nothing someone with his level of training in lockpicking can't handle. After glancing over his shoulder one more time to make sure nothing's about to sneak up on him, Norman rests his pistol down on a nearby table and pulls out a bobby pin and a torque. He starts to work carefully at the lock, when the sound of glass crunching makes him freeze. He quickly removes his tools from the lock and grabs his 10mm again, aiming it in the general direction of the sound.]
Shit...
[It's dark in the Vault, but a feral ghoul wouldn't be able to sneak, not only because it lacks the mental capacity to think of it, but because the sound it makes would give it away. No, now he's starting to suspect there might be someone else creeping around... maybe someone who noticed the Vault had been opened and wanted their share of the loot.
The thought that another human might be in the room with him encourages Norman to duck down in the event that he might come under fire. It also gets him to speak up.]
Who's there? Whoever you are, if you shoot, I'm taking you down with me.