Felwinter nods and only starts towards the entrance once Dustin seems to have gotten himself together. "A weapon," he says, as though it should be obvious. Not that he feels a shotgun or even a sidearm will be of much use against plants, but he'd still feel better with something at his side.

Maybe he can construct something crude out of scrap metal. It's something he'll give some thought to as he makes his way in.