Park steps back while his friend steps forward, but it's the latter who holding a damn fine energy weapon. Tanks and his men are going to be looking in the stranger's direction.

They receive a name. A name and a state. Of course, they know the NCR, the birthplace of their fine organization. Nevada as well. They know the chapters, the locations. They just don't know if there's even a connection to those places anymore.

Thus, the additional names given are not recognized. Nothing sparks a lick of sense in any of the men, and it's Tanks who finally scoffs at this Alex Seattle Geer.

"If I can't care about what's in front of me," he says pointedly, "what makes you think I care about a group that I can't see?"