[ The heat doesn't bother Nico as much as the sand - although he's half considering wearing the uniform pants only. He's not sure if he could pull it off, and it would expose his arms to the sandstorm. He'd rather sweat than have - road burn?

What his goal was, wandering around in a rocking mask perched atop his head for emergencies, no longer matters. Because that sounds like Hazel.

Looks like Hazel. ]

Hazel!

[ Half joyous, half dusty because the air really is bad, and that is all the warning she'll get before Nico bowls into her for a one-armed hug. ]