Something that good ol' BOS held onto for dear life, huh? Pre-War tech, obviously, but hell if Neil had any fucking idea as to what that was. Solar power alone just isn't enough for that group. (Liberty Prime, anyone?) Fuck, this mystery's getting more and more intriguing.

Neil groans in pure disappointment, his feet carrying him toward the person he presumed to be Ignacio Rivas. The man's closer to Alex and Arcade's age group and as his name would suggest, decidedly Hispanic. Again, the thought crosses his mind on how Alex knew that he's into other men.

"Hey," Neil greets. "Are you Ignacio Rivas, by chance?"