That's one of the many joys of wearing a face mask: no dust inhalation problems. Winter looks up and over, taking in Jaeger's condition, though his expression is impossible to see behind said mask and goggles. "What if all someone had to do was brush the dust off. Some of it needs to be separated. Buried."

He looks Jaeger over one more time. They don't have a lot of time, but they don't have a lot of resources left, either, he thinks. Jaeger needs to sit down. Hell, Winter needs to sit down. But the mission isn't over yet. "Get a sandbag," he decides. "I'll bury some pieces over here. Take some with us. Bury them somewhere else. You douse in sand the rest."