[She eases to her feet, joints stiff already. The concession is more than she expected - and logic says she won't be much help if her hands fall off hunting through the wreckage for components. Logic says the fire is warm, she is freezing possibly literally, and moving away from the heat source is stupid on multiple levels.
Wind cuts up under the cape and hammers into her legs like a spiked mace fashioned out of frost. Murphy shudders.] What about you? Sooner we get the stuff, the sooner we're both back here.
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Wind cuts up under the cape and hammers into her legs like a spiked mace fashioned out of frost. Murphy shudders.] What about you? Sooner we get the stuff, the sooner we're both back here.