[He's on the same surface trip as Jasnah. It's her second one out, making a second run at a bad jam up of intensely packed debris. Jasnah has been mostly ignoring him, focused on surgebinding edges of metal into blood or oil. She works a few grams at a time, carefully conserving stormlight, removing a bit, pushing the metal, soulcasting again. Her white suit ends up flecked with black pitch and red blood. The process takes close to an hour.
She finally straightens up, and only then catches sight of her teammate, standing there stock still. She frowns to herself, and unconsciously wipes her hands- precious little good it does her in this suit.
Carefully, slowly, just in case, she begins to make her way over to him. First she looks to see what he's seeing, then she tries to glance in to his faceplate, mouthing;]
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She finally straightens up, and only then catches sight of her teammate, standing there stock still. She frowns to herself, and unconsciously wipes her hands- precious little good it does her in this suit.
Carefully, slowly, just in case, she begins to make her way over to him. First she looks to see what he's seeing, then she tries to glance in to his faceplate, mouthing;]
Hello?