[Hyenadog]

If Tobias was honest, he hated the vault suits. He was rather tall, so his had to be modified to fit, which lead to them not fitting in other areas. Always seemed to ride up in the crotch in such an uncomfortable way. And if it wasn't doing that, it was giving him a wedgie...Sadly, the suits were all they had in the vault. On the other hand, the suit did show off his lean body, slender with somewhat broad shoulders. Some muscle definition clear in his arms and chest. And the suit hugged his backside in a way only skin-tight clothing could.

"Hm?" Came a questioning noise when the stranger commented on his suit, watching him with those intensely blue eyes. He didn't like the way the man was looking him over, making him feel vulnerable. Though, Tobias wasn't a pushover at close range. When he was asked where he came from, he sighed. "The vault under this building...or, what's left of it." He said, pointing in the direction he'd come from. "Its anarchy in there....wouldn't be surprised if they've killed each other." He sighed, face falling.

When he was told he could lower his arms, he sighed and moved to adjust the pip-boy on his arm. He had grabbed it off one of the security guards killed in the chaos. In his panic to escape, he hadn't even noticed a stray bullet had grazed his left thigh. The wound was shallow, but obvious against his suit...Only now did the stinging pain make him hiss and put a hand over it, paling at the sight of blood staining his hand and suit. "Shit." He breathed, not having any supplies to treat it.