IC: Maric looked at the man. He was the kinda guy you didn't want to mess with, he noticed. He could smell alcohol in his breath, but surely it wasn't as putrid as his own.
"These are my companions. Jansen and me are from the Vault, and Zoey is helping us around the city. There isn't a problem." Maric said to the man. He really hoped this wouldn't get ugly, because his .44 wasn't loaded.
He was wondering why he ran over in the first place. He guessed he did look suspicious, running to them like that. But maybe once he knew the story, he would understand.