You and Arcade had gone on a little misson together, going out to Vault 22 to study the plants within. After that whole debacle, it's late at night, and you both decide to set up a camp and travel back to Freeside in the morning. The view is nice enough- the lights and buildings from the Strip shining in the distance from your campsite as you cook molerat meat over the fire. Arcade looks up at you from his spot next to the fire, where he sits on a spot of bare rock (aka, there's not much sand on it) with his white lab coat underneath him like a makeshift picnic blanket. "Is that almost done? Or at least edible?"