[He hopes she'll never have to find out what his world is like. That's the only thing that really concerns him about this place - that it could take his memories, everything he knows about his world, and inflict it on everyone here. Most people would be dead the instant they came face to face with a deathclaw.]

Yeah... and it's nice, I guess. Just.. kinda weird. Most days I jus' dunno what to do with myself.

[This works, though. He never refuses good company.]

What's it like for you? You know, in the nineteen-thirties.