"No such thing as weather this cold where I come from, but I have more than seven thousand days' experience in the rest." Seven thousand Earth days, that is. In case that detail makes a difference.
The only time she's ever seen Jim so serious is when he manhandled her to protect her from a weird plant. She didn't like it then; thoroughly ruffled her feathers, so to speak, but she gets it in retrospect, and now that she sees the focused look on his face once more, she thinks he's probably as well equipped for a crisis like this as anyone else in the place. That's good to see.
"I've made adaptations for soft sand," she says, leaning over to peer at the map. "You've got the advantage of a lot of flat terrain here, at least. I'll walk a sled for you if that's what has to be done, but if we can jury-rig something to run on snow, we'll all be better off for it."
"I'd bring you something from home, but my portal's not working." She doesn't like that at all. "But there's the junkyard. We might be able to make something happen from the bits and pieces there, if we have any good mechanics around."
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The only time she's ever seen Jim so serious is when he manhandled her to protect her from a weird plant. She didn't like it then; thoroughly ruffled her feathers, so to speak, but she gets it in retrospect, and now that she sees the focused look on his face once more, she thinks he's probably as well equipped for a crisis like this as anyone else in the place. That's good to see.
"I've made adaptations for soft sand," she says, leaning over to peer at the map. "You've got the advantage of a lot of flat terrain here, at least. I'll walk a sled for you if that's what has to be done, but if we can jury-rig something to run on snow, we'll all be better off for it."
"I'd bring you something from home, but my portal's not working." She doesn't like that at all. "But there's the junkyard. We might be able to make something happen from the bits and pieces there, if we have any good mechanics around."