[Arthur hasn't seen a whole lot in the way of organization, all things considered. Most kedan are just shifting some gills and diving in, and Arthur doesn't have to shift at all. His gills flare slightly and flatten again as he surfaces with another armload of salvaged tech, taking it to shore to deposit in the cart his family rented to carry it all back home (or to someone who knows what to do with it). He catches sight of the newcomer and waves. No sense in turning away help - the longer this thing sits in the sea, the longer it'll disturb the native marine life.] Ahoy there!
NEVER TOO LATE