@FlowingExplorer Cartoonish ears perked at the beckoning of his attention, turning towards the explorer curiously. Eyeing the tablecloth-wrapped bundle, the wolf was quick to give an appreciative nod.
Now extending a metal hand to the Lost One, offering to help him down from where he dangled.
Balling his metal hand into a fist, Tom nods, hoping to show his determination through his actions.
It was good a plan to start them off. And if any danger were to arise, he'd protect the other from it if escape was impossible.
-- Porter didn't want him or Allison getting hurt, Tom felt the same way about Porter. Especially since he had fighting experience and Porter didn't seem to have much.
Lifting his hand, Tom shakes his head, reassuring the explorer that it wouldn't be any trouble. He would then gesture to Porter and himself, hoping to convey the message that they go together to find materials instead of just Porter by himself.
Touching though it may be that --
Quickly shaking his head with a small smile, humored by the other's words. He then gestures to himself, offering his help to assist Porter in upgrading the hook with him.
He did have the know-how after all, since he had to tend to his metal arm when it was damaged.
Now it was Tom who would make a suggestion. After pointing at the explorer's hook, he would mime the action of shooting a gun upwards.
Translation: a grappling hook that could be fired, which would give the hook even more distance and allow Porter to reach further with it.
Dark eyes move to his arm, raising his hand to look at the metal palm curiously.
Now THAT was certainly an idea worth looking into. The metal meant it was already incredibly strong to begin with, but if he could add a blade feature, that would be great for defense.
Forming a --
A larger, more noticeable smile could be seen as he gives a thumbs up. There was no real need for haste since it's not like he was going anywhere.
Safety was the highest priority for his friends.
Ears perked at the mention of his metal arm. Quickly nodding, he points at said arm before gesturing to himself, silently asking if he could borrow the ones pertaining to metal.
He was always looking for way to improve the arm. Never knew when something might happen.
Nodding again. He was quick to notice Porter imitating him, which made the smallest of smiles form on his muzzle.
Reaching over, the wolf would gently pat the other on the head.
Porter's lucky Tom was used to his sudden appearances. He would've been swung at otherwise.
Glancing over, he nods in agreement, crossing his arms. The studio was always crazy.