Commander Jack Rankin said:
Andale. Such friendly folks out there.
Agreed. Always ready for a nice chat and a slice of something nice. Ah, it's as if I can smell the lovely hot meat pies through the speakers.
I love all the little random spots that you find scattered around that tell little stories about the people before and after the bombing, like burnt skeletons lying on a bed, or that house in DC with the robot you can give jobs to, like tell the (quite deceased) children a lovely bedtime poem. It's the little things like that where I can let my imagination make up the stories of the people before they died that really make it a joy.