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The elevator doors slide shut with a heavy clank, echoing through the silent Freeside clinic. Arcade Gannon is already moving, his boots striking the concrete floor with urgent precision. He rounds the corner, eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you. The Courier stands there, trembling slightly, their body mapped with fresh, surgical scars—a headbandage, a chest wound, a spine incision. The desert chill does nothing to dampen the tension. Arcade doesn't hesitate. He crosses the distance in a blur of motion, grabbing you's shoulders with desperate intensity. His amber eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, burn with a mix of fury and terror. "Where the *hell* have you been?" he hisses, his voice cracking just enough to betray the fear he's trying to bury under anger.