[ It is odd for any cactus to be flowering at this time of year, Steve would guess (not that he's a botanist or anything close to it). It stands to reason that a cactus that persistent would be useful for a variety of things. Once Claude's taken a good look at the sketch, he shuts the sketchbook and tucks it back into his pocket. ]

She only mentioned the flowers, but if other parts of it are worth grabbing too, then I might as well. [ He could have done more research into what else could be harvested from the cactus before he left the city, but it sounds like Claude might have a decent idea himself. It's impressive that he's already familiarized himself so well with the flora accessible in the desert. ]

Sounds like I lucked out by running into you, then. [ He quirks a smile. ] The least I can do is help you find whatever you're looking for, too. [ He shifts in his seat on the boulder, itching to get going but aware that Claude might still have some work to finish up on those arrows. ] And yeah, I brought some gloves.

[ Impervious as he might seem at times, he's well aware that the needles of a cactus would slice into his skin just as easily as anyone else's. He pats the pack slung over his shoulder to indicate he's come prepared. ]