[Jurinjo]

"Really?" he asked inquiringly. Not to be condescending but she made it sound like there was nothing valuable left and would gladly let him look alone. That she was in fact biding her time for when she could use those knives on him. "Most vaults have 3 levels, and the ones with the really good stuff have 4." They could of course go deeper but he doubted that if one of them existed in New York it would've been opened. People would notice when a bunch of vault-dwellers came up and none had for a long time.

He just shrugged. "Mainly as long as I don't have to worry about you or anyone else killing me I'm fine. But I'd like some company anyway. The halls and the bodies littering the place give me the creeps."

Ricky refused to believe there was no more here. There simply had to be something. What he was looking for was probably better to discover alone but just as he admitted to her he didn't want to travel that far all alone.