Olive finished tying one end of the sheets to a particularly jutting stone and straightened, screwing her face up so less stuff could meander into her eyes whenever it wanted to.

I hope this is long enough. It should be for what we're doing, I suppose... starting to feel a bit like Scout with all this reconnaissance, heh...

The joke fell ever so slightly flat.

-Olive

To be fair, she didn't actually touch her eye, but yeah... not really the place to be doing that kinda thing...

By the way, are we on the eastern side of the spores? I don't know if we ever officially determined where the contamination was... but I've got a map pulled up, and I feel like we could either be on the eastern or western side of it? Depending on where it is...

A small grunt came from them.

I'm pretty sure it's the opposite of the eye of a storm here. I guess they're just used to it. Weird. Does this count as culture shock...?

Now that they had an anchor, they attempted to find where to go next, squinting through the spores.