"Fabric works," Atom agrees. Without really thinking, he rips the lower part of the sleeves of his shirt. It wasn't exactly a great fit for him anyway. He makes quite a sight with his shoes singed off. He drapes the fabric as high up as he can, giving the ends a shove in between some rocks and dirt, and tries to make something of an X to mark the spot.

"I guess learning the local writing system would be a good idea for the future."