[Nick can't help but smirk just a little at Firo's assessment of his perceived humanity -- he does appreciate it when folks think of him as more real than he himself does.]

No drink for me, thanks. [He makes sure to shake out the rest of the sand from his pants by the door there, scraping it into a pile with his shoe before stepping further inside.] You might need whatever supplies you've got here in case folks hole up in this place for any longer than a few hours. No telling how long the storm outside will last.

[Especially if it isn't caused by the gods. He can't imagine which one would be feeding off causing a sandstorm. Unlike the previous instances, this one seems like it might just be the area they're in rather than godly machinations.]