Still wide eyed, he frowns. So much for a quick investigation - he thinks of his obligations; the people he'd sworn to look out for, the General and the Minutemen, newly reestablished as a force to be reckoned with in the Commonwealth.

He can't afford to get stuck here, or anywhere else for that matter. Maybe they'll be fine without him for a while but the idea of that still doesn't sit right with him.

"Damn. Guess I better find one of the workers." He doesn't leave right away, standing there fidgeting. Finally with a sigh, Preston pulls out a pack of cigarettes, shuffling them from hand to hand. "Got a light I could borrow?"