Well, that settled that. Maybe. Owen did not miss the implication of the supernatural (he would have had to be blind and deaf to miss it), yet now he wondered what sort this man fell under. "You might be surprised at that," he replied with a knowing smile. Now that he was dealing with someone not quite human, assuming that he was younger was probably the safer bet; being in your eighties, while very impressive to other humans, had nothing on most other supernatural creatures.

"Caves aren't the best places to try and make cities, true. What are you looking forward to finding in the Diamond City, then? Or hoping to find." Owen paused, then pointed toward the empty glass. "Care for more? It looks like it's helping."