The wind picks up for a few moments, sending a curl of sand and dust across the waste; the wreck emits a deep, wistful metallic moan as it vibrates or shifts, then falls silent again as the wind dies down.  There are several points of entry, many easily large enough for a person, and the quickest way to search would be to split up and take sections.  Staying together would be safer, although navigating through the wreckage will often force you into single file and someone would have to take the lead.<br/><br/>Chase glances up from her search briefly, seeming to understand your intention to search the wreck but evincing no interest in joining you.  Her scowl never leaves her face as she returns to her search.