What appeared to be a noisily floating, ponty metal octopus wandered into view. "That's Wadsworth. He's my butler. And for the Things, let's go look. Don't think I'd want them loose in town. People would freak." And they'd be susceptible to radiation, too. She didn't like to think of one of them getting too close to the bomb or even just Moira's shop. Wasteland animals were either so mutated they didn't mind or knew to stay away from concentrations of water and particularly glowy barrels. "If Fawkes is downstairs they might be communing, though. He'd like them."