Rawne takes the canteen and drinks a mouthful before handing it back. He peels his camo-cloak off and hangs it beside Gaunt's, then takes his jacket off, too. "Agreed. The sooner we get dry, the sooner we don't die of pneumonia."

A quick look around shows no dead bodies, but they could be piled in a corner. He takes a circuit around the main room, though, keeping his lasgun out, in case.