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"There is little I can do other than dry what I can. They will have to figure this out for themselves."

An engineer she was not. Yes she'd built her Biotic Grasp but that was not nearly the same thing as this. This would involve a specialty of another kind.

"Wrap yourself up, would you? It will at least help trap your body heat more than just sitting there."

"Fair enough."

But of course Gabriel is inclined to agree--their task was to find the thing, not to make sure it still works. Getting it to function would mostly be so Gabriel could decide whether or not to steal it. He's happy enough to hand it over otherwise, especially if it's broken.

He reaches out with one hand for the blanket and maneuvers it over his shoulders. Once he's sufficiently covered, he fumbles around a little underneath until he emerges with his soaking wet pants.

Those are also deposited in the middle of the boat.

"Take everything off. It will be better in the long run."

And it wasn't like she cared if he was naked in front of her or not. She did care if he froze to death though. Ironic since she was the one who shoved him in the water to begin with but that was something else entirely. Obviously.

"I will wring what water I can out."

They would deal with the rest later.

“Yeah, I’m on it.”

Gabriel wiggles around and grunts a little more before he emerges with his boxer shorts. Those go on the pile of wet clothes as well. He doesn’t feel much warmer, but at least he’s wet and won’t have to worry about hypothermia. Mostly. Probably he’s going to need something warm to drink as soon as they’re back indoors, but it seems his whining has subsided for now.

She waited until absolutely everything was off of him before wringing water out over the side of the boat. No point in having even more in there with them. This cold air wasn't going to do a thing to dry them at this point but at least they wouldn't have the excess water in them to make matters worse.

"Once we're inside I want you to let me look for signs of frostbite."

So she could get that taken care of immediately.

It helps, but of course it's no substitute for being out of the cold. Still, Gabriel Reyes has weathered much worse in his time, and he's fairy certain he's not frostbitten.

"I think I'm all right."

Hypothermia is the more pressing issue, but he thinks they've got a handle on that as well.

"Are you my doctor now?"

"Would you prefer someone else treating you? If so then I am sure I can let you freeze."

And she immediately sat back in the boat and seemed ready to stop doing anything at all to tend to him. She was hardly a doctor but she also was just as much an expert in healing as one. Perhaps more so than some because she knew how to make cells repair at a more rapid rate.

There were certain benefits to being a genius geneticist.

"Just joking around."

He's been through much worse and is very confident in his ability to weather a little hypothermia. Gabriel smirks a little when she tests him, and leans back in the boat himself, pulling the blanket tighter.

"I know you wouldn't let me freeze."

"Not to death at any rate."

And she even smirked right back at him. Moira found she was enjoying this little conversation. Then again, Gabriel did seem to be one of the few people below her intelligence level who didn't constantly end up with her looking down her nose. He had a wit about him that she appreciated.

Plus, she was fond of keeping him as her little...pet project as it were.

"Freezing you could produce interesting results."

"See, I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

Gabriel might be a little crazy, and he might have different thoughts about being a test subject than most of the general populace, but he's not terribly keen on something like that. Still, it doesn't change the fact that he's trying to get a handle on his newfound powers.

"No? I'm surprised."

Moira smirked but simply looked past him to see where the shore was. Not much longer now. Then they could stop somewhere to get him dried off and warmed up a bit. Perhaps even get him dry clothes.

"A shame I don't have access to Doctor Zhou's research. It could be interesting to experiment with it on you."

Not that he would be aware of the resurfacing of the woman but that was fine.

"She's a climatologist."

Or was, he guesses. Gabriel hasn't really gone out of the way to look for her in a pod. He knows, on some level, that this is what joking between the two of them looks like, and he feels a smirk on his face in spite of himself.

"Kind of a stretch."

"A climatologist who successfully put herself into cryo-sleep and then woke up from it."

Oh sure the rest of the team all died due to complications but Moira was ready to ignore that in favor of the success. The failures could be analyzed later to make sure mistakes were not repeated, of course. But first she wanted to thoroughly study how the success took place.

"Missed that part."

The last he'd heard of her, her entire team had been lost to a freak antarctic storm. If what Moira says is correct, well. Of course she'd be interested in something like that.

He doesn't add anything else until the boat drifts ashore, and Gabriel cuts the motor and ropes them to the dock.

"Let's warm up and then get this back."

"We'll see if there are dry clothes for you to borrow. For the time being I'd recommend putting your shoes back on at the very least."

That would be a start. Moira could at least be sure his feet would be protected while they walked in the snow.

She really didn't need him losing toes.

"So nice of you to look out for me."

He clambers out of the boat, dragging his shoes and wet clothes with him. Still, he pauses as she instructs, pulling socks out of said boots and then cramming his bare feet into them. It's wet, and it squishes, and he makes the appropriate face.

At least they're out of the water.

"They do have the saying of 'What are friends for?' for a reason, I suppose."

Though their friendship was a rather...unique one. One couldn't often say that friends shoved each other into icy water or experimented on them. Then again, having any sort of normal relationship with Moira would be...a unique experience. Simply because it wouldn't happen.

Tugging her collar on her coat up to protect her neck, she moved the device out of the boat and then headed towards where she could see shelter. They'd start there. Perhaps steal clothes if they needed to. She wasn't picky.

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