It's not hard to see what Al's talking about - two gray blobs off in the distance that become recognizable suits of power armor when viewed through the binos. There isn't much in the way of power armor in the Wastes to go around to begin with - and unless he's seriously out of the loop, the Brotherhood doesn't have a chapter this far north.
"-the fuck-"
He takes the binos from his eyes, then looks through them again. There's no mistaking it, not with those insignia on the pauldrons - they're Brotherhood.
"Hold fire, those're friendlies. -willin' to bet on it, anyway."
Voodoo reloads more out of a force of habit than anything, and tucks the used magazine in his vest.
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Date: 2015-01-20 05:52 am (UTC)"-the fuck-"
He takes the binos from his eyes, then looks through them again. There's no mistaking it, not with those insignia on the pauldrons - they're Brotherhood.
"Hold fire, those're friendlies. -willin' to bet on it, anyway."
Voodoo reloads more out of a force of habit than anything, and tucks the used magazine in his vest.
"Just be cool."