He had come up with nothing at the cornucopia; the damp air settling in his lungs and causing his plating to ache with all of the moisture. It'd be a miracle if he didn't get plate rot from how humid the entire arena was. Empty handed he needed a weapon, something that could get him through this arena, and judging by the fact that he had no rations and this looked like a levo based arena he knew his chances.

He needed two things, water, and a weapon, after that he'd try to find Shepard or someone else he knew. But for now, wandering through the thick fog and trying to avoid most people was all he could do.