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[Dave's shoulders raise in a shrug.]

Who knows. Getting a decent bit of shuteye is kind of a pain in the ass sometimes. Shrieking eldritch horrors and the like don't really make it easier, even after they decide to ollie back whence they came.

[He hooks his half of the frame up to Ed's, then stands back to inspect it.]

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[ With the frame finally looking like a tent, Ed picks up the tarp and hands one end to Dave. ]

You're worried about that thing showing up again? [ It is a real concern, so the irritation lines in his frown ease. They were more at a disadvantage compared to the people with actual rovers to protect them. ]

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No. [Wait.] Well, yes. If it doesn't come back, something else will show up instead.

[He says it with the offhand certainty of the cynical, as he takes his end of the tarp and tries to fit it over the frame with questionable success.]

And even besides that, I dunno. A lot has happened. [Which is...kind of an understatement, between repeated attacks and crew changes.]