You stole her for yourself. Now, do you know how many people have died looking for that hole in the dirt? Well, I do. My mother was one of them. We have something they don't, baby girl. Oh, let me guess. What? Spirit? Can-do attitude? The power of friendship? A conscience. Whatever's in that vault, a man like Atlas can never get his hands on it. - All right, Roland, calm down. - No! She's a scumbag bounty hunter who works for Atlas. What, and you think your band of merry heroes can stop him? Oh, we can try. We just can't watch our backs while doing it. So, do me a favor. Take your weapon. Toss it over here. Grab some supplies, take a walk. You know, when Atlas finds out about that party back there, I'm as good as dead. So, like it or not... we're on the same side.