[That sort of need to care was one of the reasons she would be altered for HYDRA, to have it tweaked enough that care for the organization would be more fruitful than a general care of the world and people at large. It reminded him a moment later that, outside of him, HYDRA didn't exist here. There was nothing of the sort, so her capacity to care would be left intact at present. Suddenly the blizzard was isolating for more reasons than the obvious.
He let none of that show, and he took the rope back and began to wind it up again. He huffed at the fact she had a mylar blanket, but he also wasn't surprised. She was clearly set up more for survival in harsh weather than he was; again, he was clearly getting slack just living on the streets where he could, never minding the idea of homelessness for the most part. It seemed he was going to have to change his tactics.]
It's better than using the fabric one, especially since no one likes mylar for personal use. Come on, let's put it up.
He approached the entrance, taking his pack with him and keeping the rope on his arm because they were going to have to use it to hold the blanket up. There were enough loose rocks scattered around that they could set down the bottom and he could feel some rocky protrusions that he could tie the rope around and add rocks to weight it down. They shouldn't stand near the entrance of course, but it was good enough.
He was quick about his work setting up the blanket though, long used to working in relative darkness so that tying his knots and adding rocks above was all by feel. Soon enough, they had blocked out most of the storm and already the warmth of the cave could be felt as he backed off deeper into it.]
We'll have to monitor it over the night, probably take sleeping shifts. [Again, all natural and instinctual orders like he had been doing this for years.] We find the spot in the cave narrowest to hold the heat into. I figure the back would be best.
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He let none of that show, and he took the rope back and began to wind it up again. He huffed at the fact she had a mylar blanket, but he also wasn't surprised. She was clearly set up more for survival in harsh weather than he was; again, he was clearly getting slack just living on the streets where he could, never minding the idea of homelessness for the most part. It seemed he was going to have to change his tactics.]
It's better than using the fabric one, especially since no one likes mylar for personal use. Come on, let's put it up.
He approached the entrance, taking his pack with him and keeping the rope on his arm because they were going to have to use it to hold the blanket up. There were enough loose rocks scattered around that they could set down the bottom and he could feel some rocky protrusions that he could tie the rope around and add rocks to weight it down. They shouldn't stand near the entrance of course, but it was good enough.
He was quick about his work setting up the blanket though, long used to working in relative darkness so that tying his knots and adding rocks above was all by feel. Soon enough, they had blocked out most of the storm and already the warmth of the cave could be felt as he backed off deeper into it.]
We'll have to monitor it over the night, probably take sleeping shifts. [Again, all natural and instinctual orders like he had been doing this for years.] We find the spot in the cave narrowest to hold the heat into. I figure the back would be best.