"Can't say I blame you for bein' on edge," says Aaron. "Fella came through here about... mmm, Susan, what was it? Year, year and a half?"

"Year and a half back," says Susan. "Maybe a little more."

Aaron nods. "Some kind of ex-mercenary. Black armor," he says. "Man was running scared from the Capital and didn't want to spend more than half the night in one place. Some of the things he said used to happen down there would turn your hair white. If that's where you're comin' from, I'd be on edge too. You gonna want those hogs for breedin' or eatin'?"