Ray shrugged. "New Vegas would seem like a good place to go, but...it's like a three day walk from here." Ray looked up at the Ranger, in awe. "What do you think, Mr. Ranger?" Ray hated to admit it, but he wasn't as old mentally as he was physically. He could operate on his own, but only as well as a six year old child could. The Express was elated with this, as Ray asked less questions and was more willing to wander to strange in remote places.