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The wagon came to a halt sooner than he had expected. He climbed out of the wagon with lightning speed, not wanting to linger in a place that reminded him of so much pain. The association with being hurt and riding in a wagon probably wouldn't go away, even if he did manage to get himself to ride in them without freaking out. He looked over the various docks that were there, noting where they were falling apart. They could scavenge wood from those. He'd done that taking houses apart.
Dixie's call sent Hadley after her. He naturally obeyed anyone that spoke to him without much thought about it. When she entered a collapsed building he shifted around nervously. The hybrid couldn't get in there. How could he help her then? Carefully he pulled back some of the wood so that he could look inside. It was slow, not wanting anything to collapse on the female inside. Peering around he spotted a small collection of rusted nails amongst the large flaps of fabric. One arm reached in, trying to retrieve the nails. He grabbed them quietly and withdrew, watching Dixie for what he was supposed to do to help.