If only they had one of those ice elementals from the last mission. That's the most painful part of this, the tight heat always weighing down. Even the robot he's lugging isn't that bad; could be thrown into his arms band, but he'll wait for a better time.

Like after this next inspection. The hunk of scrap metal dropped, and Tidus sighs, rolls his shoulders and back as they come to the newer panel. Crouching by Galo and when the door is swung open, grimacing at the surgery already performed on the power box.

"Geez. I wonder what even happened here? This is obvious," he clears with a nod to the wiring, "but this planet. What is it? Someone owned it and let it go to waste? Reminds me of the places around Spira where the old world's been left to rust away, you know? But this was a preserve. Maybe everyone forgot about it..."