Danse thinks the tools can probably be foregone with a bit of careful unscrewing, provided that the steam doesn't decide to change directions or erupt from somewhere else while Deacon's working at it, but the hot metal is an issue and neither of them is any better equipped to deal with it than the other.

He's not sure he's even seen a pair of gloves anywhere since he got here, let alone has any idea where to find them--certainly not here in the plant--but the same idea has occurred more generally to him, and he considers. On some level, he appreciates the distraction of a problem to solve, even if they've had so many more than their fair share of problems in the past six hours that he thinks fate downright owes them both a blissfully uncomplicated next two weeks.

"If you had some kind of heavy cloth you could wrap around it for protection, like a potholder..."