It's not that bad now. [There's a hint of amusement in his partner's voice. The cold certainly isn't pleasant, but Sara's dealt with worse, and without the promise of hot coffee and a hearty breakfast at the end of it. And the sight of a few of their fellow Strangers stumbling onto the field dripping wet and grumbling has cheered her the way only knowing she's better off than some other poor idiot can.
While he surveys the field, she studies him, noting breadth of shoulder and length of limb, the way he holds himself, the pairs that seem to catch his eye. There's no malice in her calculation, merely the sort of habit bred bone-deep by necessity.]
Good Morning, Draega
While he surveys the field, she studies him, noting breadth of shoulder and length of limb, the way he holds himself, the pairs that seem to catch his eye. There's no malice in her calculation, merely the sort of habit bred bone-deep by necessity.]