( There's a misery pulling up his shoulders, knitting the notches in his spine more tighter together. For something to effect Wolfwood this much is alarming. He doesn't blame the man for it, and he'd certainly rather he was here by his side than he wasn't. But he feels useless. There is nothing he can fight here, nothing he can explain away. )

I just hear you. Your breathing. There's a little wind outside too, but that was the case when I was out there. And uh, I see - dust? A lot of dust. I can smell it too. It smells different here, doesn't it? Not as dry. It's kind of funny, you think? How the dust can smell strange? Or maybe you haven't noticed. No, you would have.

( He's rambling, he knows it. But it's all he can think to do. )

Damp has a smell. I didn't know that before. I guess not a lot gets to be saturated on No Man's Land.