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The man in the crater stirred with a groan, settled dust falling from his now stained lab coat. Coughing and dusting himself off, he clambered on hands and knees out of his man-made ditch. With a might grunt he bent himself over backwards, the audible pops of his spine repositioning punctuating the almost violent maneavour. Relief spread across the mans' face.

Finally moving back into a stance that would be vaguely human, the man began to rummage around in his pockets. After a few seconds searching, he seemed satisfied, and brought a hand up to his ear. Apparently talking to himself for a few minutes, almost argueing at times, he shoved his hand back into his pocket in a huff and strode off to the north.