He brings the axe down on the last piece of wood just as Lance gets close enough to talk. He's changed into his normal clothes ever since they decided to settle on the new place - nothing weird has happened so far - the boots and gloves making it easier to do the work and the lack of armor making it easier to move. He has his t-shirt around his neck and over his shoulders, as if it was a towel, having taken it off sometime in the middle of wood-cutting. It's all dirty and sweaty and he wants to go wash it at the lake and leave it to dry before lunch. His back and arms are visibly better, too.

Turning around, as Lance greets him, Keith wipes the sweat off his forehead with his forearm, reaching out after to take the wrench from him, so he can look at it better. "Nice find." And it is-- They can clean it up and it could come in handy in the future. At the question, he looks at the cut wood on the floor, before looking back at Lance with a snort. "I need more than a hand." A small smirk. "Two would be ideal."

Before that, though-- "How's the lake?" Anything new? "Good swim?" It sure took him a while.