No shit. [Oh, everyone knows there's the rare traveler in from out west. He's never met one personally, the Commonwealth is pretty insular, now that he thinks about it, on the whole except for a few of the traders. Daisy, he knows, has some contacts in DC, and he's sure there are caravans that have come in from the Mojave and beyond to Bunker Hill. And, of course, those Brotherhood of Steel assholes up from DC. Regardless. The Mojave's a hell of a long way from Goodneighbor.]

I guess it's just a shithole all over, then. Name's Hancock. I run Goodneighbor. [Not that that probably means much, and he actually hasn't been back to Goodneighbor in a while, but he's just going to throw it out there, anyway.]

So what's the odds on the two of us ending up in this place. Looks like some kind of old-timey pre-war fantasy land or something.

[And don't think he hasn't considered the idea that this is some trippy Vault-Tec something. Because he has.]