"Well, I was born in Nova Scotia. Then we moved to Nevada, then Buenos Aires, Reykjavík, Mexico City, Singapore, back to Nevada... sorry, what was the question again?"

Sloan swung their feet while sitting on a boulder, looking over their shoulder every now and then to marvel at the great find of hieroglyphics spanning across an ancient wall. They felt their chest swelling with excitement just thinking about how they could interpret the story yet to be read.

This cave in was going to last a long time if you kept up this idle small talk. Especially since Sloan often got carried away on longer rants.