Vex watched Lenna run away crying, a twisted laugh leaving her muzzle. "Yes, go tell your minutemen what the big bad Legionary has done, they cannot help you." She called after before turning her attention to Zaida. "And I will decide what is and is not necessary /tincan/" the vixen growled. Vex herself would have the appearance of a man, a bit muscular with short hair styled up into a mohawk. Her voice is husky and raspy, something hust a bit off about it. "You know there arnt many Brotherhood of Steel members in the Mojave. Even less in Denver." She pulls down her bandanna around her neck, sniffing at the woman infront of her. "You know the last time I say a BoS member was when my patrol came across a suit with a dead core. We carved him out of it and burned him alive." A smile flashes across her lips. "Oh yes, fond memories of your organization."