It wasn't as if West minded being outside, or even doing astronomy stuff, it was just that in general... stuff was weighing heavy on his mind lately in all the good ways and distracting him like woah, so for anything to actually catch his attention it had to be something epic.

This wasn't epic, this was like.... routine. Lining up with the horizon, West went ahead and squeezed the clamp and then adjusted the sextant to bring Polaris down to the horizon. Or seemingly so. Actually it was just the mirrors what made it seem that way. Polaris didn't really move. He released the clamps, checked and checked again by swinging, and then went ahead and marked the next angle down.

Oh hmm what? Did Dylan say things? West looked at him. "Flammy has no game you know."

And that was West's entire contribution to the conversation. "Done." He agreed and then led the way off to the last location. One more task.