Artair was sitting against the wall nearby, and he looks up at Willow appreciatively when she looks around before laying down again. His entire front is caked with mud, which he is diligently scraping off before it can harden. "Thanks for that," he tells her. "I guess it just goes to show how much out there could kill me given half the chance... This body is not a natural one, and so it can't stand up to most of nature. I'll have to make sure that this new arm can protect me, if I can survive long enough to make it..."