[Jurinjo]

"Agh Dammit!" he swore rubbing his knee. Being quiet was hardly a concern anymore after brining down that shelf. Someone opened to the door into the Vault before him...or judging by the worn metal and disarray of all the objects- the inhabitants left. But if it was open, and he had found it, someone else had likely done the same. Ricky wouldn't have shared any loot if he could help it and he knew for a fact he didn't exude any ruggedness in his youthful features.

He pulled out one of his shotguns with ease holding it ahead. His eyes swiveled around the room as he listened and looked for someone. Ricky remained tense for a few more seconds before relaxing slightly and cautious moving through another hall. Two things he kept in mind was first clues of danger, and second treasure. If he didn't suddenly feel the need to worry about a threat Ricky would've paid attention to anything to hint what madness gripped the Vault Citizen's last days. But that was not important right now and he stepped over a long deceased corpse.