[She's disassembled locks, tried to disconnect whatever was within reach— but with the wind howling outside and snow turning her tech to useless frost whenever it's left unshielded from the cold, she's done...
Well, she's done a shitty job.
Squinting into the light, braced against the door and the storm beyond it— something heavy in her arms— she breathes out, coyly:] Hey there, Soldier.
[Second dates always go better than first ones, right?]
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Well, she's done a shitty job.
Squinting into the light, braced against the door and the storm beyond it— something heavy in her arms— she breathes out, coyly:] Hey there, Soldier.
[Second dates always go better than first ones, right?]