[She tucks the magazine away once again before they leave. She'd really prefer they don't have to take shelter in any other caves because who knows what might be lurking in them, but she's prepared.]

[The cold's not so much biting as it is gnawing, cutting through the hoodie even as she pulls it more tightly around her face. Visibility's terrible, though it seems like the snow is slowing down at least a little.]

I hope you're having better luck seeing out here than I am. [And the snow itself feels a step or two shy of quicksand as it sinks beneath them.] I didn't bring a compass with me, since I didn't plan to go on an arctic expedition today.