Arc was not usually one to share about himself, but seeing as how they were stuck together with little else to do, it seemed alright to at least divulge a little information. "What the hell... you could've killed me twice already. I was looking for something, a wrecked transport craft. I was hoping it had supplies inside still, but it was already picked clean. Not much left inside but bones and dust." A lie, yes, but that was normal in his experience. One didn't give out all their secrets, no matter how trustworthy they seemed to be. Though she had been rather forthcoming with him, and she seemed sincere, so he decided to mix in some of the truth. "When I didn't find anything, I started picking around in the engine. Found a few things worth holding onto, but most of it was completely useless. It's just about a half-day's walk from here... if it weren't Hell on Earth outside." Arc managed a small chuckle at his own joke, though it was more of an inside-his-mind joke, something he had repeated to himself over and over again in his solitude.<br/><br/>"I've never heard of the East-Side. I try to stay away from... well anyone. People complicate things. If i'm alone, i'm accountable to and for only myself. I'd rather not have to worry about anyone letting me down. I'm sorry about your sister though. It's hard to lose family." Even saying this, Arc's voice was not nearly as sympathetic as it could have been. He had become almost numb to loss, to emotional pain. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just forgot how to feel that way. "Maybe she is better off though... I mean look at the world we live in. It's literally death to be outside anymore. People get sick and don't get better. They get hurt and can't treat themselves. Now she doesn't have to deal with it. Now you can keep yourself safe. Not meaning to sound heartless here. It's just... that's all we can do anymore. Survive."<br/><br/>What good was a world where no one could care about each other long enough to make a living? No good world.