The winds still made the new walls shake, but at least it was a step up from having dust dumped over them while they slept. Spinister finishes up the last weld seam and goes to gather up some of the tarp to pin to the entryway as a makeshift door when Tarn thanks him.

He is silent for a long moment, scowling at the DJD commander over his shoulder, the tarp bundled up in his arms. Eventually he turns away, ex-venting a slightly exasperated sigh.

"Go put that canister over the fire pit." The angry edge is gone from the heli's voice but his tone was unreadable. "Once you're done, there's a brush in the sled. Get some dust off while I finish up here."