[ Steve's pretty sure he's never been on anything this fast in his life. He dismounts from the bike with his face wind-swept and tingling a bit - and a plan to ask about taking the bike for a spin on the way back.
He disembarks with a mucky squish of boots sucked into the muddy ground. An arm lifts, rubbing at his forehead with a sleeve as he takes a moment to survey to concrete skeleton of the outpost. The place has clearly been stripped long before their arrival, leaving some major doubt in his mind that it'll be worth their time poking around, but he heads to grab the tool kit from the cargo sled anyway. ]
Any sign we've got company?
[ It all looks abandoned from where he's standing. ]
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He disembarks with a mucky squish of boots sucked into the muddy ground. An arm lifts, rubbing at his forehead with a sleeve as he takes a moment to survey to concrete skeleton of the outpost. The place has clearly been stripped long before their arrival, leaving some major doubt in his mind that it'll be worth their time poking around, but he heads to grab the tool kit from the cargo sled anyway. ]
Any sign we've got company?
[ It all looks abandoned from where he's standing. ]