Jan 28, 2016
“Wait. Who are you?”
“Huh!?” Bertholdt jumped back from the machine in front of him, he’d been so focused on figuring out if it was repairable or just scrap that he hadn’t noticed the blonde approach him.
He cleared his throat, pushing his protective glasses away from his eyes and wiping some sweat from his forehead, “I’m Bertholdt.” he slipped a small screwdriver into a pocket on his chest. “I’m sorry was this your Mr. Handy unit? I was passing through looking for settlers and spare parts and I just saw it broken down and was trying to see if I could get him to work...” ok Bertholdt... don’t panic... this guy doesn’t look like he wants to hurt me at least...
