Zandros grumbles and crosses his arms. He's certainly not going to offer up his only source of warmth in this frozen hell -- not when she's already got protection from the cold, however terribly eye-catching it might be.

"Well," he says with a final sigh, "I suppose we're at an impasse there, as I've nothing to give. Though I resent the idea of using any person in our party -- however small -- as bait. We must, first and foremost, remain together. A party of three is simply too small to be split."

He eyes Harley suspiciously. "I see you're well-armed, but what are your specialities? What role can I expect you to fill in this expedition other than as a living target?"

Tamminy continues to cringe at Zandros' 'leadership,' but keeps her mouth shut for now.