"Feel free to use it liberally," Mirage said, reaching up to test a staple with a thumb, attempting to jab it in further with a frown. Many were loose, but others had gotten a decently solid hold in softer rock.

Shrugging, he reached for the chute straps readily enough, pulling them out to tuck into crevasses and looping them around any useful rock. Hopefully, between the staples, straps, and rocks, the tarp would keep the doorway blocked enough.

"...feels better without that wind, at least."

But the rocks were still frigid on their skidplates, and Cliffjumper had the remaining tarp.