With Cromartie moved to her place, Sarah needs to dig another hole. She's got a shovel, but it's taking longer than it should. This goes faster when you have three people to help and one of those people isn't a person at all, but a machine who doesn't need to sleep. She's feeling a shade of sick again and lilts slightly as she buries the shovel in the sand, swaying and trying to find some stability again.

Cromartie's broken face peers out from the dirt at her and she lodges the shovel loose enough for just a moment to spill sand over him, until his eyes can't see a single thing.

She grips the handle of the shovel just a little tighter. "Damn it," she mutters, aware she should take a break, but too stubborn to just stop.