"Ah. I see. It's the Courier. I've heard about you. Not often I see someone from the Mojave. Now, I know a dumber man would shoot you on sight, but I'm not dumb. I'd rather not piss off the man who managed to murder our president. And, you, other guy, I'm used to stuff like this. Hell, I hear shit worse than it every day. The Legion have a camp set up near the Dojo. Assholes keep trying to kill me. And that shit doesn't slide. Say, Courier, you hate the Legion, right? I've heard of your work against them. If you would want to do something to harm the Legion, I'd be willing to help. Not that you'd need it, though. You killed Caesar for god's sake! Damn fine work."