"Sure, let's do it. Fawkes, back in a while. You wanna go to the bar first for snacks and meeting people, or head up to the walls so you can kinda get the lay of the land?" Not that the view was exactly striking, but it might help him get a sense of where he was. And possibly scare him a little bit. She opened the door and Dogmeat came bounding over to nose outside.

The down was dusty and everything seemed to be rendered in shades of brown and gray and rust, the odd splotches of faded pastel from old advertisements that covered parts of the walls just making the whole thing more drab. The sun was brutal, glaring off the old metal that made up a lot of the building material. Megaton was mostly made out of spare parts from an airport, and it showed. It was busy, though, with people wearing Indrani's sort of drab and old fashioned clothes, plus weapons and bits of armor on most of them. A tall, handsome man in a leather duster and broad-brimmed cowboy hat that Wolverine would have envied waved as he walked by, and a couple of kids ran by shrieking happily.