[The gunshot causes Arcade to flinch as he dives into the sand, his heart pounding in his chest. It takes a moment or two before he realizes the gun was directed towards the stranger. A series of screams, a dull thunk. He glances up just in time to see the equipment meet the ground with a mighty CRASH.

The beach is quiet. Arcade slowly gets up on his feet, trying to dust off as much sand as possible from his coat. He lets out a short huff, making his way over to the wreckage and inspecting it.]

Some welcoming party. I've met raiders nicer than these guys.

[After a pause, he kneels down and pulls a rifle out of the pile. He turns on the safety and slings it over his shoulder.]

Well, to the victor go the spoils. [He glances towards Eugene.] Did anything they were saying make any sense to you?