Goner nodded as he helped her up “Natural lighting, a good amount of ventilation, and cozy. I’m sold! We’ll get a fire going, and I can get out of these wet clothes. I’m glad I brought another set, because that could have been uncomfortable.” He looked at her and shook his head “Never sleep in wet clothes if you can help it…horrible experience.” When they got to the cave, he took a look around and didn’t hesitate on going in. “The Taliban would be absolutely jealous…it’s like Martha Stewart went rouge or something”<br/><br/>If one couldn’t tell by now, humor was his way of coping, and his mind was still bleeding off the adrenaline highs he’d experienced today. A plane crash, and then a more safe save of Mel still had him a bit tweaked, but he was doing fine if he was still joking. He set his bag down someplace out of the way and took out his clothes and sleeping bag, and put that in a heap beside the bag. He’d need them later. When she motioned for him to sit down, he smirked and gave a firm “Uh uh…first that fire. We both need it. Any wood here, or am I going to have to look for some?”<br/>