Several seconds pass once Rey presents her gift -- Nick legitimately can't figure out what to say. He's confused for a moment: he's pretty sure that's a pipe she's offering him in the dark. His eyes trail up it to see the crook, then down to the rubber knob, piecing together just what this is she's offering him.

No, not offering, her tone says plainly enough -- commanding him to use whether he likes it or not. He takes the pipe-turned-cane with his bare hand, giving it a better look. He can't help but feel old all of a sudden, as though age would wear him down the same way it does any normal person. It does, in a way -- his bones don't break as easily, but they feel the wear and tear from time passing.

He sighs, his eyes flicking back to her as his mind turns over the trouble his leg has given him since his run-in with the deathclaw. "It's that obvious?"