It certainly isn't her first choice of weather. Winter can be charming but no one wants to march through snowdrifts in whiteout conditions. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't glanced back the way they came wistfully more than a few times.

She's glad for the help and the company, though she doesn't say so. "Of course we're tough. We have to be." She offers him a smile. "I'm Cheryl. And you are..?"