[Well, at least they're both armed with something with range. Nate with his modern guns, Arno and the revolver and...whatever that was that he just barely saw him use on his wrist before. It's hidden now, and he has to wonder why.]

How did you—

[All that from a glance? Arno's apparently even sharper than Nate realized. But...there's something off here, something he can't put his finger one. Whatever it is, it can wait.]

We might be able to get by, but they'll just go after someone else. Do you want to find a safe place, or do you want to try and make sure there are fewer of these things? No judgment.