The air of the armory is chilly, even with the tactile pants and other gear adorning your body.

You bite back a shiver as you slide a pistol into your thigh holster, the metal of the weapon making your fingertips feel numb.

Leon walks in a few minutes after you, his eyes narrowed as usual.

“It’s cold as hell in here,” you murmur, casually reloading a spare gun, the small click echoing through the space.

He only nods, avoiding your gaze and grabbing a gun magazine, slipping away from you and to the other side of the room without another word.