No matter how many times they did this, Claude wasn't sure if he could ever get used to the sensation of having his stomach pulled up into his throat. Thankfully, the discomfort passed relatively quickly, and he got his bearings again.

As usual, the light attached to his hardhat lit up the sand beneath their feet, and the lake was only a short distance away. Claude couldn't say he appreciated the rank smell that clung to the air, but there were worse things to deal with. Like sea monsters and almost drowning.

"Yeah, I managed to see your message on the board between shifts, I just didn't get a chance to respond," he said. While he didn't like the idea of anyone forking over one of their senses for the night, Claude knew it was only fair for them all to shoulder the burden. "Did you decide what you wanted to do?"