"No problem. Don't damage them." Freya grunted, rolling her shoulders to prepare for the silence of the drive.
Most patrols were like this; dead silent, with minimal chatter. An occasional word, after the first initial interactions on the ride were done, only arrised in needed circumstances- like, when there was a shift change, or something on the radar. The silence could also toy with the perception of time with the unprepared husk- much like it was threatening to do for this ride.
To Freya, it felt like almost no time had passed between the ending of the conversations, and their arrival to the area where a body was sighted. Cautiously she stopped the car, glancing at the radar. "...I don't see any signs of life. Rory, did you catch anything..?" She glanced again, noticing the tail end of a sandstorm at the far reaches of the screen. blandly she looked up to scan the surroundings, and sure enough, to the east of the jeep was a massive sand plume blowing away from them. She sighed and got out, picking a tool from the back of the car and going to where there was rough signs of a shelter. "You all know your jobs- get looking for any signs of travel." She spoke lackadaisically; this kind of thing happened most times, but they were required to check anyways. "If anyone has any ideas about where the body could have gone, tell me."
