"I've seen quite a few of those Vaults - so you went though some of that bullshit?" It's said with quite a bit of compassion - even if the Courier wasn't born in one, they're... disgusted at them. "I know where they sell the alcohol around here - my treat."

There's a long, deep sigh. "But they've got all that technology - the Brotherhood, I mean. If only the Followers of the Apocalypse could take it, huh? If-- they have them over your place. Bunch of pacifist idealists - they're mostly good people."