A slumped-over man in red perked up his ears. He glanced over at the gathering crowd across the way, looked up at the robot, then sighed heavily and continued walking.

After a moment, though, he stopped in his tracks and looked back. He didn't say or do anything for a long moment. But eventually, he glanced down at his chest, eyeing the two hand grenades that were still attached to his ammo belt. After a minute or two, he nodded, tightened his face in a somewhat determined manner only to let it slump again a few moments later, then approached the group.

"E... Excuse me," the man said through a gravelly American accent. "I was... passing by, and I couldn't help but overhear. I don't know what your... situation here is, but... I think you mentioned you were looking for gear?" He cleared his throat and coughed once, then continued. "Well... I've still got some contacts. If you and your... friends need munitions, I can hook you up, if you want..."