HELLION: There’s another one.

CLOTH: Fuck! Count it?

HELLION: Yes, count it. What does that put us at? 

CLOTH: 2150 meters from the core.

HELLION: They’re definitely thinning out, so that’s a good sign. But it’s better to overestimate then underestimate, in the event of extraction.

CLOTH: What are you even talking about? You do not have the resources to dig this up.

HELLION: It’s best practice to keep the possibility of destruction in mind.

CLOTH: Ok, I don’t wanna do fieldwork with you anymore. I’m getting bit. I’m going back.

HELLION: And leave me to fend for myself among the reeds? Are you so heartless?

CLOTH: Leaving.

HELLION: Wait. Take the slides. Call me if they start moving.

CLOTH: There’s another one.

HELLION: Fuck.

CLOTH: Oh, if you keep moving West you might run into her. Be careful.

HELLION: I’d hope she knows better than to sleep inside the perimeter.

CLOTH: Just be careful.