The man would look up, standing up straight as he heard the voice of Victoria; the only one he could consider a true friend. He smiled at the figure dressed in Power Armor, and nodded in response to her question. "Yeah. Haven't lost any other limbs, haven't died yet... I'd say I'm doing pretty well. Yourself?" He asked, leaning back against the wall again. His right hand would subconsciously run through his slightly sweaty, shaggy hair, hoping that he didn't appear as an eyesore to the Sororitas.