The pistol flies out of his hands while the cannon is nowhere to be seen, leaving the only comfort available to Tanks. The strong sense of correctness, the confirmation of his suspicions. Death is coming, and Tanks is right. Fuck Rivet City. Fuck Xavier. Fuck this guy, too.

It's decidedly odd behavior coming from a paladin, but fuck that. He's a decidedly odd man.

The helmet is lifted from his head, revealing a thin-lipped man in his early thirties staring blandly at his attacker. Tanks allows the other his say before speaking, the ridiculous notion that Enclave tech could possibly hold a gender.

"Are you done?" he gives, sounding bored out of his mind. "You're wasting my time. Shoot your goddamn gun already."