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.