"This sucks," Quentin hissed, sucking in a heavy breath through his teeth. His lips were a light purple and his hands a bright pink thanks to the cold. "I didn't think the Entity even knew WHAT snow was."
"Tell me about it," Jake mumbled, swearing under his breath when(more) the generator exploded thanks to his numbing fingers. "Shit. We should move."
The hid just in time to see the Legion rushing towards the generator. It was a girl this time, and after a second she cried out, covering her face with a hand before turning and running towards another noise in the distance. "She looks so small," Quentin murmured, a strange ache in his chest as he watched her sprint, vaulting over a pallet in her hurry. "There's no way she belongs here."
"No point dwelling on it, okay?" Jake asked. "We're almost done here. Be prepared to run."
Quentin nodded, shaking his head to dislodge the snow that had fallen on his eyelashes as he'd been working.
By the time they arrived back at the campfire, with only Jake and Quentin alive, both were shivering and their teeth were clattering. "Bloody hell," David said in quiet wonder. "Is that snow on ya' both?!"
"Sure is," Jake muttered, brushing some off his shoulder onto the ground. "There's a new place. Some old resort."
"It's cold," Quentin said, rubbing his hands together and plopping himself a foot away from the campfire to relish in its heat. "The whole place is freezing. Kate and Dwight couldn't get any work done because of it."
"Aw, hell," David said, taking a seat close to Quentin but farther from the fire. "You're shaking like a leaf. C'mere."
Confused but too tired to protest, Quentin reluctantly inched away from the fire to sit beside David instead. (less)