The Mojave was having one of it's rare cooler days - though cooler meant little in the blazing sun, it meant 104° instead of 115°. But Six wasn't going to complain, any moment of reprieve from the heat was worth it. The sun still blazed over head as he wiped his brow, brown eyes casting upwards into the clear blue of the sky. The sun was nearing directly overhead, which meant it was almost time to sequester himself into the remains of the building, to tuck himself into one of the rooms still with all four walls and a roof, and wait until the sun made it's descent towards the horizon and he could get back into fixing the fence outside.
Never ending repairs for people who were trying to settle in the sand blown paradise.
Six wipes sweat from his brow again, rolling his neck as he stretches his arms up above his head and out in front of him, easing the ache from fixing the fence on the strip of property, it's scrub brush would feed brahmin once he could get the fence in order enough for someone to live there. His attention is focused on the fence, so much so that he doesn't hear the person who approaches until ED-E beeps at him.
"Sorry 'bout that, didn't hear ya comin'."
