Quartermaster: "Ohhh, you're the new scout? Rahin radioed me about you."
Crane: "That's me. Name's Crane."
Quartermaster: "I'm not gonna bother learning your name till you've survived a few days. But here, this is for you. By the way... Word around the Tower is you're just another deadbeat in line for food or Antizin. By which I mean, the people here don't much like you. But don't blame them. It's easy to get paranoid when you're isolated... ...and since somebody's jamming communications to the outside, there's plenty of paranoia to go around. Whole damns city with nobody to call for help but ourselves. You bring me some supplies from the air drops though, and you'll see people change their tunes in a hurry. That shit's a game-changer."
Crane: "Thanks. I'll bear that in mind. Is there anything else? I'm in a bit of a rush..."
Quartermaster: "Also, if you're looking to get more popular, you can try helping folks. Do a few favors, they might like you more. Might even find a woman, keep you warm at night. Hahahaha!"

Quartermaster: "What can I do for you?"
Crane: "Doc Zere says you know where I should look for these, uh, "bolters"... Super-fast infected? Covered in big green blisters?"
Quartermaster: "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can point you in the right direction. Here, here, and here. Though, you ask me, if trouble don't come lookin' for you, no reason to go lookin' for trouble."
Crane: "Words to live by. Thanks."