Beth watches him for a moment after his hand drops, angling toward him slightly. This is turning into a conversation she didn't intend to have, but now that it's started, she wants to have it. "Are you going to?"

He's been in here as long as she has--longer, probably. She thinks he was already working when she came yawning into the tent for the morning, but she threw herself into work so promptly that she doesn't recall for sure. Every day starts to blend into the last one.