Grav didn't like water, the ground was supposed to be solid and hard. Not whatever this was, it would sometimes be solid and other times it wouldn't. In all it was odd and he didn't like it. As the raft made its way to the destination, Grav digged into his pocket and took out a now dented case. Upon opening it, Grav was dismayed to find that most of the caba nuts had been turned to dust upon landing. With a huff, Grav tilt his head back and dumped the contents of the case into his mouth and started to chew the remaining caba nuts, with the dust turning into an odd textured paste. Grav always did like caba nuts, while on Catachen he had gotten them as a treat for doing some menial task and since then they have been his favorite snack. With his favorite snack in his mouth the rest of the ride didn't seem as bad and he settled into a sort of trance, content on just chewing the nuts and enjoying the taste. 
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As the raft struck land and the group disembarked, Grav was the last to leave. Picking up the rear, Grav was also the last to enter the listening post, watching everyone's backs. When he entered he was met with the sight of a little man talking to the others, his voice trailing off as his eyes laid on Grav. If the interagrator hadn't disposed of him yet, than Grav didn't mind him. While setting the supplies down, Grav heard the interagrator say something about needing "promethium canisters", wracking his brain on what he remembered on them. All Grav could remember was moving canisters of some substance to the tanks. Looking around the back of the listening post, Grav found a canister of something. It was too large for the guardsmen to handle so Grav grabbed it and brought it towards what Grav thoaght was the generator and as gently as he could he placed it on the ground. 

With his usual symplistic baritone, Grav asked "Is dis the stuff interagrator?"