[Boone is creeping along the corridors with his rifle out, pausing at doorways before quickly poking his gun into them and checking the room is clear. This may not be the work of the Legion- or at least, it doesn't feel like it is- but someone has still brought him here and he's determined to find out who, and why. He spots Norman wandering down the hallway and aims at him, narrowing his eyes behind his shades.]

I'd pick my next words very carefully, if I were you. Who are you, and who brought me here?