[Though Roy hated being outside when he first arrived, after the paranoia of being randomly ambushed subsided it grew on him. Especially the beach. It was a nice change of pace from the rocky sand littered with rusted tin cans and broken glass, and all that murky water filled with radiation and mirelurks.

Which is why he was strolling alongside the shore now, his jumpsuit pulled down to his waist so the arms could be tied around his hips (even with other cloths available, Roy still finds himself routinely cleaning this vault suit as much as he can and wearing it anyway). When he spots that cute guy whose name he can't seem to remember, he calls out to him as he draws nearer.]

Still here, huh?