The man continues spraying until the rifle runs out of shells. He reloads it, and slings it. After another few minutes of what is probably him self-debating a solution, the loudspeakers of the suit kick on, and he speaks over the now quiet canyon. 'Hey, i know someone's out here damn it, I'd like to know what the hell is going on here. All i did was organize a deal to aid some rebels in exchange for a possible trade alliance when or if they win!'