Ugh! Eventually we're going to run out of miracles and actually lose someone. Unless ALASTAIR is using those impressive predictive powers to see just how shoestring a budget they can put us on without anyone actually dying, in which case I am so unimpressed.

[But he deflates a little at the question, drawn gently away from his ire for the friendly overture.]

I'm, well, I'm alright. The cold doesn't bother me, and I grew up in snow anyways so I know what to do with it. The only thing is rations, really, with nothing properly to forage here.