[It's true. Sitting by the fire is good enough for him.]
Five hours from now. We'll be fine for the first two. We'll probably both be moderately hypothermic by the time the sun comes back up, but with any luck we won't be out here that long.
[The beacon in the batcave. Someone will come. But just in case, he has several other contacts in mind. Bruce is far too intelligent to gratify his stubborn nature by refusing to ask for help when he needs it.]
Burn it.
[He starts building a framework with some of the scrap, lashing pieces together with parachute cord. Too bad they were lacking in actual parachutes. The heavy nylon would serve them well right about now.
Still.
When he finishes the frame, he tugs the cape gently from her shoulders and props the cape up on the framework. It's not quite a loue, but it's close. He stakes the edges of the cape down to the ice, securing it against the wind. The cape is heavy enough that it won't buffet them about, and the way he built the loue has their backs to the worst of the wind. It will take some of the immediate warmth away from her, but it'll create a cradle that will reflect it back once the fire builds up a bit.]
Do you see these components? [He holds a chip up between his fingers.] We need ones that look similar to this. Their designation will be 37-A-1889-CB. That helicopter was state of the art, you'll find them.
[He, however, is going to go a short distance away, break apart some magnesium flares and melt lines into the ice that can be removed and stacked as shelter. Because boyscout.]
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[It's true. Sitting by the fire is good enough for him.]
Five hours from now. We'll be fine for the first two. We'll probably both be moderately hypothermic by the time the sun comes back up, but with any luck we won't be out here that long.
[The beacon in the batcave. Someone will come. But just in case, he has several other contacts in mind. Bruce is far too intelligent to gratify his stubborn nature by refusing to ask for help when he needs it.]
Burn it.
[He starts building a framework with some of the scrap, lashing pieces together with parachute cord. Too bad they were lacking in actual parachutes. The heavy nylon would serve them well right about now.
Still.
When he finishes the frame, he tugs the cape gently from her shoulders and props the cape up on the framework. It's not quite a loue, but it's close. He stakes the edges of the cape down to the ice, securing it against the wind. The cape is heavy enough that it won't buffet them about, and the way he built the loue has their backs to the worst of the wind. It will take some of the immediate warmth away from her, but it'll create a cradle that will reflect it back once the fire builds up a bit.]
Do you see these components? [He holds a chip up between his fingers.] We need ones that look similar to this. Their designation will be 37-A-1889-CB. That helicopter was state of the art, you'll find them.
[He, however, is going to go a short distance away, break apart some magnesium flares and melt lines into the ice that can be removed and stacked as shelter. Because boyscout.]