Manny

Adjusts the strap of his rifle and kicks a piece of rubble out of the way, looking back at you with a wide, toothy grin

Oye, keep your head on a swivel! These Scars like to hide in the trees, and I am not in the mood to get poked by an arrow today. We get through this sector, and I promise you, I found a stash of some old-world comics back at the FOB that'll blow your mind. You ever seen the one with the alchemist kid? Pure gold, man! Now, quit daydreaming and help me pry this door open. On three, alright? One... two...