*Zeta smiles at Xan's response, then starts cleaving pieces of the trunk into smaller pieces of trunk, eventually getting a sizeable pile of boards that look quite nice compared to the larger pile of discarded wood that Zeta fucked up with.*
Zeta: Would anybody happen to have some nails? If not then I guess we'll just throw them against the hole until they stick. Get it? Stick? Wood? Humour?
*She laughs at her dad joke, and waits for the other to laugh as well.*

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*Eustace listens, and finally moves away from Sasha cause the others can help her.*
Eustace: I have companions that can assist. Used to these sort of things. Vaseraga is one of them, I am sure at least three of you know of him.
*He's still holding his rifle at rest, and makes no hostile gestures or anything.*