The storm has been raging for hours. Far longer than any of its predecessors; and fierce to be certain. Tarn finds himself a bit impressed that Spinister made it successfully through the blinding sand at all.

He breathes a sigh of relief as the door locks closed, taking with it the brunt of the storm. He crouches slowly, taking care to not put too much taxing weight on his knee, surveying Spinister’s find.

Tarn only nods in agreement to the statement, turning the welding torch over in his hands. Its a good haul this time, leaving them with plenty to work with to help solidify their camp.

“Good find.” He croaks simply, gesturing to welder in his hand.