That surprises me. Long-range weapons are good for someone light and quick. And of course; I am always happy to pass on what I know. Especially to a friend.

[Fang looks up at Blurr, panting as his mouth opens in a fangy grin. Strelok gives the pug-nosed beastie another pat as he leans forward, taking a short stick of rebar and prodding the log and embers into getting the fire going again.] Ahh, and waste all this hard work on my shack? I can keep it pretty warm in there when I try. Besides, I would not want to get anyone else sick.