*Major looks over with plasma rifle resting in hand keeping clear of the strange spear woman for now as interested in if raiders are streaming through the storm and if so a way back home to his world. *

So a bunch of raiders came here. Wait you ain't the right raiders...they so thick they cannot even plan bar there next stimu fix... 

Mutants, raiders, Barbarians.... That storm. 
Something ain't right round here... 

(dammit... One of those lot from earlier. Not the right raiders...)