The same. The ones I have met have been nice enough, save for one. But sometimes, we have to just do what we must.

[Strelok only wishes he was joking. He's gotten accustomed to things being bad. Hunting and being hunted is a way of life for him.

Fang on the other hand could not give a hoot about the conversation. His tail whips back and forth and he leans up to lick Isaac's helmet. Enjoy the mutant slobber! Strelok looks at the pseudodog wryly.] Fang.