He is hip deep in some kind of ugly, brittle, igneous nonsense, peeling rebar out of the rock and finding no one.

Still. Finding nobody is better than finding parts of anybody.

"Water?" He doesn't need it, but that means other supplies. Head up, eager, bright, and--oh. Oh. Now the voice places, data ticking over past the task.

Have a very, long, look.

"You're sure there's nothing stronger in that kit?"