Carson smirks as he overhears Patrick's comment to his brother. He looks amused at the thought, but then proceeds to inform you that it might be easier said than done, "Son, I wouldn't bet on it. Most people around here don't really care much for you vault dwellers. Call it a long running grudge against your ancestors being lucky enough to make it into a vault. At the last group that came through here didn't exactly help matters either. So you'd best be careful. Us old timers like the mayor and Darrel don't care as much, but the younger people still do. As for troublemakers, well, every settlement has a few. I'd stay out of tavern for now until you're not so green behind the ears."
Looking over to Nathan at the question about death claws, Carson slowly answers, "A death claw is just what it sounds like. Mutated beast that has sharp claws used to tear you to pieces. I've not seen one in person, but I have seen the results of an encounter. I don't ever want to meet one that's for sure. From what I've been told, they are taller than humans, territorial, and aggressive as hell."
Carson gives a visible shudder as he finishes his explanation.
Looking back to Zak, Carson's says, "Well, there might be something. Give me a few to think about it."