[Jan's far from superhero or Slayer strength, but at least she lifts. even though her purely human arms need to strain to keep her side of the load balanced, she trudges uncomplainingly towards House Six through the mud. she can't figure out whether the sudden freedom from the sand paths is liberating, or unsettling, or both.

her eyebrows knit together a little at his question until she follows the logic behind it-- oh, he means the natives. and she certainly does have an unsettling answer for that question.]

My tools. Don't know why they turned up in that room, but everything looked just like I left it.

You, too?

[was there some kind of resource party while they were all away?]