For once, there's a benefit to alien biology - at least, here in this world. The benefit being the dust and sand doesn't scrape turian hide like it does human skin. That's where the problems end, though, as he still has to rig up a face mask, he still has to breathe. Cloth for his nose and jaws, a mangled pair of goggles stretched and altered to fit his face, attached to the lower bits of his fringe.

Perfect chance, therefore, to head out for lost new arrivals.

Hopefully, a seven foot, lanky alien in goggles and a face mask isn't going to scare anyone too badly. Especially when he has to shout over the sound of the latest storm, only adding to the echoing effect of his voice.

"Here! This way! I know a place to get out of this crap!"

Do you take the outstretched hand?