( Off a little to the side of the engineering corp, Vidar's 20 foot tall giant fucking robot has been known to stand vigilant while Ian goes poking around inside it. He usually doesn't do it in the rain, particularly with no power, so it's something of a spectacle to behold. One long-haired hippy looking nerd straddling a ladder uncomfortably high off the ground, a makeshift tarp tenting them, further blocking out what little light is making it through the storm clouds, practically shoulder deep in this thing.

Having a less than stellar time of it, actually, so there's no small amount of frustration roiling around in there when he peels out to cast a quick look on the ground around the tent. )

Hey, man.

( Called with purpose to the nearest passer-by, followed by a jerky nod -- the universal come here signal. )

Can you just... like, hold a light for me? It's... kind of really important.

( Ian's unfortunately intimately familiar with the tunnel situation going on under the camp, and the implications surrounding it as it relates to the infrastructure above. No small amount of effort is going into reinforcing the high priority locations, but they only have so much man-power. The flooding is only making things more precarious.

It's lucky that he's there when it happens -- one of the smaller tunnel offshoots, not a particularly high traffic area, but one Ian remembers on his mental map. He recognizes the warning signs; the ground sinking in a way that almost looks like deflating. The way it travels quickly and surely toward where the inevitable unsuspecting victim happens to be standing. Dirt beginning to crumble away just a meter away from their feet. )

Hey, don't stand there- hey- Move!

( It starts out with the slow tone of dawning realization, and ends with sharp and sudden urgency as the ground gives way.

He throws out a hand, and a bright blue glow can probably be spotted emanating from his chest beneath the fabric of his shirt. The ground beneath their feet lurches, but it isn't to join the rest in dropping eight or ten feet into a rocky sinkhole. It's to form a decidedly unnatural, safe island in the center of it all. Matter bending. Neat. )

( It's been a rough few... days? Weeks? However long it's been since They showed up at camp. It's not exactly like it was a subtle secret that he's been a little more on edge here than he was in New Amsterdam, but the appearance of their alien guests kicked things up to something next level. Add onto that the fact that he got bitten trying to help one of those fucking squirrel-lemurs untangle itself from a mess of fishing line, and the end result is one unusually distant, unusually crabby asshole.

When he manages to hunt Nate down, it's with a rail rifle slung over his back and a rain shield hanging from one arm. Long sleeves despite the muggy weather, boots laced up, clearly ready to do distinctly non-engineering things. )

Hey. I'm gonna go bring back one of the harvesting groups, they're stuck in a cave three or four clicks from camp, they're cut off by a wash.

( The general vibe is very just so you know, like it's a grocery run and he wanted to keep Nate in the loop. )