The super mutant rubs his chin (the one on the left) as Sean approaches.

“How does…half a rifle bullet per person and a rifle bullet per car sound to you?” The mutant offers. He points at a big iron strongbox planted upon the sandbag wall, marked “TOLLS PAID.”

Tolls can be paid in food, water, actual bullets, fuel, quality metal for spare parts…

(OC: I rolled a reaction in secret for this.)

“I can also give directions, no extra charge.” The mutant smiles (on his right head, his left head keeps scanning the area). He pulls out a folded state roads map out of his jacket to prove to Sean that he’s familiar with the area.