[ People are hurt, and scattered - and, in some cases, weirder and much worse. So Arcade is trying to help where he can, because despite his general disinterest in dealing with them, he does care about people. And after a thorough inventory of the convoy's sick bay, he's even more concerned about the reality of being able to keep so many of them alive, with limited supplies and even more limited medical experience on hand.
He's trying not to worry about all of that, right now, though, just like he's trying not to worry about losing probably half his own ammo to those monsters. One thing at a time.
He means to ask her if she's all right or in need of any immediate first aid, when he comes upon her, separated from the rest of the milling drifters, but what comes out instead is one part incredulous and one part oddly relieved. ]
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He's trying not to worry about all of that, right now, though, just like he's trying not to worry about losing probably half his own ammo to those monsters. One thing at a time.
He means to ask her if she's all right or in need of any immediate first aid, when he comes upon her, separated from the rest of the milling drifters, but what comes out instead is one part incredulous and one part oddly relieved. ]
Is that a Pip-Boy?