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Helping to clean up the burned rubble after the whole Tunnelsnake incident was not exactly high on Roscoe's 'want to do' list when it came to chores, he'd much rather work in the beast pens, which, while it might be equally dirty at least let you use tools to achieve the job. Picking up the burned up rubble on the other hand often required a hand's on type of treatment..which in turn left him covered with sooty black streaks that he knew..just knew, were going to be murder to get off his clothes.

And he had little enough of those left that that was a genuine worry on his part. Still he had been given the job and he had never been one to shirk his duties - at this weyr or his old one - and so he had arrived and started attacking the blackened mess full force. The quicker he got this done, the quicker he could move on to something a bit more enjoyable.

Roscoe glanced up as someone called out to him and wiping his hands on his pants to clear it of the worst of the soot he held out his hand to the male who had introduced himself and his companion. "Roscoe..and it looks like it. I was told to clear the larger pieces first..and a drudge will bring along some shovels as soon as they can be wrangled from storage somewhere for the smaller bits." He explained.

"Made quite the mess that fire." He stated with a sigh as he turned to look at the ruined building, and it had to be one of those ones they'd just rebuilt too - real shame that, all those hours of work gone, poof..just like that. "So your both candidates?" He asked in an attempt to start some small talk before picking up another chunk of charred wood and tossing it into a waiting bucket.

Roscoe quirked an eyebrow slightly as the young women went off on a rant but he wisely kept his mouth shut. Women in a mood were difficult and to be frank he would rather his ire be directed towards their chore rather then towards him. As long as she was working while she complained he didn't really care.

"I think the point was simply to sort through what is trash and what is salvageable, hopefully someone else will be given the chore of shoveling the trash piles into a cart for disposal" Was the only comment he made on the subject before smiling in an eh, what can you do? Sort of way to Kharmeen. "Lately it seems like it." He stated with a sigh, although he personally had been laid up for a great portion of Trines recovery and rebuilding he had recovered enough to help near the tail end and such efforts were the majority of the chores he had been assigned. He wasn't alone though - everyone had been put to work cleaning up the mess the fighting had left behind. "But normally? Before all the fighting started..no, the worst there was to do then was peeling tubers or cleaning herdbeast pens. If we impress we'll be too busy with our hatchlings to do much though - so hopefully we won't have to do this sort of thing for long." He added with a grin.