Fly in. Take the readings, fly out. That's what Hariti told you when she scooped you up for her expedition to Lacuna Glacier to collect data for her PhD. Then the blizzard started. Eighteen hours ago. Now you're both sitting around a candle in an ice cave where she stores her equipment and emergency supplies. Eighteen hours of bitter cold, frozen survival food, and warm snow melted over the candle flame. At least you have the tent and sleeping bag. Hariti doesn't seem to mind sharing the bag one bit - in fact, she won't stop suggesting you both go to bed. Eventually it's clear you won't be getting out of here for at least another day, and it is late, so she sets up the tent that's really designed for one person. She clambers in, grinning out at you with arms outstretched before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the tent, zipping it shut behind you.

"C'mon. You didn't think I'd let a pretty girl like you freeze, did you?" she says, her voice softened by the confined space and the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her features.