[ Memshare fuckery suddenly being upon them is great, huh. As for Blade, he is his usual cranky-adjacent reticent self but he seems more than glad to be out in the sun. Not that anyone can tell with his frown lines right about now...but he nods at the wave, in greeting. ]

...There are far worse places to be.

The longer we stay, the more evident it should be that we are adequately hydrated, however.

[ Not that he believes Rodya to be careless, but desert heat dangers can creep upon oneself with a cruel quickness. ]