"I think I can manage that," he says with a laugh. He doesn't mind the squinting too much--his life has been pretty weird by anyone's standards, and if anyone could understand it of the people he's met here, Heather would be the one.

He turns to look around then, rubbing his helmet, and Heather might notice that those patterns on the armor are starting to fade. "But for now...how exactly do we get out of here? A desert isn't very interesting to wander around in."