Harley's accusation mortifies Tamminy, but Zandros merely raises his brows. "Someone must remain in charge, and Doctor Photovolt herself has told me that she has no experience in expedition-leading. I, on the other hand, do, and in winter conditions no less. I am perfectly suited to guide us. That shall be my role, alongside healer and protector, should the need arise. And you..." He eyes Harley up and down. "Claim to be a Jack of all trades. Well, one knows how that particular saying ends. Melee it is."

He gestures between them all and says, "As a shieldbearer, I shall walk first among us. Doctor Photovolt, not being a combatant, shall go behind me. Miss, I would advise you to stay behind us and guard our rear."

Looking at each of the women he'll be venturing forth with he asks, "Are we ready? Shall we enter the scrapyard and commence our looting?"

Tamminy is reluctant to nod, but eventually does. "I'll keep my eyes open for valuable goods as we go. It's pointless to try to sum up everything that might be useful before I see what the scrap heap offers. Just... Be quick to take what I need when I call for it? I-if you can?"