The storm worsened still, blocking out the sun under a mountain of swirling sand. If Arc hadn't been already aware of the time, he would have just assumed it was nighttime and adjusted his routine accordingly. But he knew he had seen light not too long prior to that moment, so unless he passed out without realizing it, the storm was much more intense than before. Resigned to the idea of being stuck there, Arc lifted his helmet into his lap and began to inspect the inner workings to pass the time spent waiting. When away from his home, Arc could not really stand to be idle for too long.<br/><br/>From above his temporary residence there was a disturbance. Nothing more than a few rocks falling from above, which could have easily been dismissed as a result of high wind, but Arc was somewhat paranoid. He wasn't the only scavenger in the area, and he wasn't the most dangerous creature there either. Convinced that someone or something was active, Arc quickly slid the helmet back over his head. The lights, dim so as not to obscure his vision, told him that there was not much battery life left, so whatever he did, he would have to be quick.<br/><br/>Rather than pull a firearm, which would be useless because of the visibility issue, Arc dug his knife from his boot, then set out into the storm. Immediately his body was whipped about by the wind, temporarily throwing him off balance, though he recovered quickly. He prowled around for several minutes, but found nothing notable. That fact troubled him more than the initial speculation, as it meant that whatever had caused the disturbance was still out and about.