At least one thing that can be said for the climate is that it's virtually impossible to sneak up on anyone who's attentive enough. Luckily neither of them are really trying, but it's a sound that makes Arthur look up as he's trying to work on levering the plank onto his shoulder. There's gold streaks in his eyes, grey streaks in his hair and a rough streak across his right temple, like a friction burn - but his gaze is alert, and quickly shifts from uncertain wariness to a tired sort of warmth.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm-" He grunts lightly, trying to pull it up higher, but he stumbles under the weight of it and lets out a short huff. "I suppose I'm not really in a position to say no, am I? Please."