Amy quickly schools her face back into something less... shocked. She's seen Centaurs move before, but never up close or so slowly.

"God, the things they did to you," Amy says sadly, stretching her hand up to cup the Centaur's head.

It thuds it's head into Amy's stomach, mouth-tentacles fluttering sadly. It's making more soft, nasal noises-

It almost sounds like it's crying?

Amy rubs it's head soothingly. Or, at least, she hopes it is.

"There, there, big guy. It's all right. It's all right. Let it out." She catches sight of her own reflection in the darkened window. No skin, no hair, craggy scars stretching over her exposed, hardened muscle. "We're all monsters here."

It takes a while to stop sobbing. When it does, it looks up at Amy like it's assessing her. Then it draws itself to its full height (taller than Amy), and shuffles over to the desk in the room. There, it tries several times to open a drawer, but neither it's feet-hands or mouth-tentacles have any finesse. 

The noises it makes become more distressed.

"Hey! Hey, it's okay. I'll get that," Amy says quickly, stepping between it and the drawer.

It steps away, and Amy pulls it open. Inside is a file, a little gore-stained, but still readable. The first page is a file of information, like on any form Amy filled out Before, with a picture of a young man attached. He looks... familiar.

She turns around and holds the picture up next to the Centaur's face.

The eyes are the exact same shade of deep brown, though the Centaur's have a shining bit of hope in them. 

The face shape is almost the same, though the bones are... wrong on the Centaur. 

The nose, yes. The brows, yes. 

Amy reads the file. 

"...Edward?" She asks the Centaur.

He nods his head vigorously, tentacles flapping with wet slapping sounds, and his eyes spill with relieved tears.

"Nice to meet you, Edward. I'm Amy," she says, holding out a hand for him to shake.

He wraps a tentacle around it. 

Amy isn't sure what else she expected.

"All right, Edward. I'm getting you out of here, away from those bullies. But first-" She taps the computer's keyboard. It springs to life. "Bless nuclear batteries."

She starts going through files, downloading ones that might be interesting to her Pip-Boy.

Edward watches over her shoulder, confused. He shuffles a bit closer, his gurgling breathing right next to her ear.

Well. That's unnerving. 

Her job done, she disconnects her Pip-Boy and turns around to Edward.

He scuttles back, bouncing almost eagerly. He nods at the door several times.

"You got it, big guy. But quietly. We want to make a stealthy exit."

He cocks his head like he's curious, but his excited snuffling stops and he even tries to lower into a crouch.

Amy smiles. Yeah, she's keeping this one. 

"Okay. Follow me. Quietly."

She heads to the door, unlocks it and opens it quietly.

Seems to be all quiet out there. The creatures filling the Vault don't seem to be curious at all about the outside world beyond the open Vault door.

That's...a little concerning, and makes Amy wonder if there's better treasures to be found further below. But, she thinks as she looks back over her shoulder, she's got something better to take care of right now.

"Let's go, Edward," she whispers, leading the way out of the vault.

Edward makes a nasal sigh that sounds almost happy and follows her out.

Amy shuts the vault door behind them.

Elsewhere...

Rake frowns at the shaking walls again.

"Boss, for real, they're gonna break through."

His fellows behind him nod their heads in agreement. Three days of this was enough to make the whole crew nervous.

"Rake, have a little faith. I know more about destroying walls than these pathetic excuses for soldiers ever will."

Nathlee has her feet up on her desk, mirror in hand, reapplying lipstick. Where she got it is one mystery she will never tell. She snaps the mirror closed when she's done.

"Besides, these walls withstood nuclear fallout. What on earth could they do that hundreds of nukes couldn't?"

"Boss's got a point!" Someone calls.

Rake glares in their direction. 

"We're gonna run out of food at some point. We're trapped in here. What're they gonna do, give up and slink back home?" Rake says with a scoff.

Nathlee shrugs. "Or blow themselves up. That would be preferable."

Another explosion shakes the cave. Nathlee tuts at it.

"Please. They sound like tiny demo charges. We're not even worth a satchel."