[ There's more to the misfortune of being brought here than just that - a lot more. But Arcade no longer feels so inclined to share, whether or not that gun is still pointed in his direction.

He isn't getting around this; he knows that. Even if he were to abandon the truck, it'd follow the convoy. And he'd look just as suspicious for riding along rather than driving himself.

But he'd also, broadly speaking, really prefer not to get himself killed on the spot. Buying time is all he can think to do. ]

Yeah. Well... try to remember that, if you're sticking around. There aren't enough of us trapped here to warrant running around, waving a gun in anyone's face over some... weird symbol.