"I guess there's worse things you could be associating me with," Jack grumbles. He's still undecided where to slot this guy. He wears some kind of power enhancing armor and knows his way around guns, but he's not a vault hunter or a bandit. Certainly not a civilian either. A mercenary, maybe?

"In my what? I don't even know why I grabbed one," he huffs, sounding like absolutely does know why he grabbed one.