That look of confusion is one that Prometheus is getting used to in the Nexus. Say 'Titan' on his Earth and it means pretty much only one thing. Say it here and who knows what you'll get.

Jim's summation makes him chuckle despite the circumstances around them. "Yes, I'm a plans guy. And no, I won't get buried, although if divine magic is at work here, that could be a concern." The Titans are a powerful, functionally immortal race, but they still lost to the gods, and Prometheus isn't keen to repeat the experience if he's on the losing side.

"Actually, now that I think of it, the Nexus has a Winter deity, has it not? Has no one attempted to contact him regarding this storm?"