A couple hit, but most miss. It's still not enough to start to worry about. He crosses the room, taking the time to aim and shoot the pistol from the guy's hands. "Hey," he says softly, coming closer.

Deny it all he wants, but Alex was invited into the Brotherhood, and further than that, he's been trained in power armor techniques by the Remnants. Does that make him an Enclave spy? It's almost funny to think that this metal lug might be half right.

He crouches close by, a hand whipping out to undo the well-known fastenings of the guy's helmet, making it clang to the floor. Alex cocks his head. "ED-E's a 'he', not an 'it'. Just a minor correction."