Okay, that? That, Roger didn't expect. He's seen musculature that could probably pop a radscorpion's forward claw off, but it was on people who were either already dead or howling for someone to give them a mercy kill, and they were nine feet tall and green anyway. When the scorpion gives up the ghost Roger shakes off the business end of his hammer and turns to the new arrival.

"I have no idea how the hell you did that, but damn. Impressive work."