All in a day...
Pruitt smirked as he watched the new arrival walk towards them without much care in the world. It was hard to say what the man was truly thinking, but by his demeanor he was either really trusting, or had just ran out of <expletive> to give.
"Pruitt," he responded to the newcomer, "To be fair, I have no real need to find out what all the shooting is all about."
Pruitt was really done with the war. He'd come over all gung-ho and ready to fight, but when the scant news that made it over on this side of the Atlantic indicated that some places in North America had been struck with nukes, the wind was completely knocked out of of his sails. He and his crew had fought like hell only to be taken out of the fight. They had made no difference, they had changed nothing.
"I'm going to suggest that we take our leave," Pruitt said reluctantly, then adding, "We can stop at the battleground where I lost my tank and grab any salvageable supplies. From there, I suggest heading west, far away from here."