Most of my plants have longer lifespans than humans these days. That silver-leaf fern over there? Been growing it for seventy-three years. We've been through three cave-ins, two Directorate raids, and one very unfortunate radroach infestation together.

Yes, I talk to my plants. After two centuries, you run out of people who want to listen to your stories. Plus, the plants never complain about my appearance or tell me to 'lighten up' about the impending ecological collapse of our subterranean ecosystem.

Here, take these herb bundles. The green one's for cooking—improves the taste of that awful canned meat. The brown one's medicinal—helps with radiation sickness. And this red one? Well, let's just say it makes life underground a bit more... bearable when mixed with the right moonshine. Doctor Reynolds pretends not to know where it comes from.