Every instinct in Arc's body told him escape and survive, but the logistics of such a plan were almost impossible to execute. He didn't know exactly what damage he had sustained in the fall, but he had to assume that he would not be able to use that leg at all. He was still armed, though his weapons would take time to draw and she already had a bead on him. Even when she lowered her firearm, it would be no effort at all for her to blow his brains out if she got a bad feeling. What would set her off was also unknown.<br/><br/>Deciding it was best to negotiate, Arc slowly raised his arms and flattened his palms on the cavern floor to show the woman that he had no intention of committing to any hostile actions. He cleared his throat, his voice cold and metallic as it passed through the helmet's speaker. "Arc," he said flatly. "I'm going to take my mask off... so please don't shoot me." In most situations involving other people, the general rule seemed to be shoot first and pick apart the body later. While Madison had shown him a bit of kindness by not killing him immediately and looting his remains, that didn't mean that peace would be sustained, or that misunderstandings would not take place.<br/><br/>Slowly he unhooked the clips that held the mask to a neck piece and pulled it off. Quite a bit of sand ran off the item, mixing in with his hair. His face was dirty from sweat and dust, but not completely disgusting. He placed the helmet to his side then started to push himself up. It took quite a bit of effort, and pain blasted through his side as he tried to move his leg.<br/><br/>"Haven't seen anyone out here for a long time. What's your trade?"