[ The guidance to protect his lungs feels... ominous, in a way Claude's not sure means if Steve has personal experience with that or (or perhaps and) knows something he doesn't. The latter's likely, given what he's figured out about modern technology compared to what he's familiar with. But that's a thought to set aside when there's more time to figure out if he actually wants to know what it is.

Wind moving the dust does, predictably, turn out to not be the best plan when it causes more of the problem he was hoping to prevent. He waves a hand in front of his face like that'll clear the smaller cloud away - it doesn't. ]

You have a point there. There's another much stronger spell I can use to clear an area. Or I'm pretty sure it can given that it used to work that way when practicing, including the times I accidentally cleared a table of what I was supposed to be targeting.

[ Maybe not reassuring, though Claude's also fairly certain that won't be the case here. It'd taken him a while after arriving to test the spells he knows, and - possibly because of the Singularity - they came easier and with more control than they ever had in Fodlan, and that's continued to develop over time. For now, searching by hand and eye will do.

Nothing to do now but head into the rubble again as he's been doing all day, taking careful steps to both not disturb too much and to not walk on anything someone might be trapped under. With the task at hand he also stays mostly silent other than the occasional callout to anyone possibly trapped while surveying what were once different rooms of either a house or a storefront. After they clear one, Claude pauses at what sounds like knocking and turns in place to narrow down where it might be coming from. That's also after a glance skywards to confirm the beams above don't seem to be about to crash down on them imminently. ]

Do you hear that?