A shadow cast on the wall in the shape of yourself—something you were used to by now. It's been a few months since you've started night patrols now. A quiet job around the base.

Simon was often seen near you. The two of you have only had small conversations, nothing more. Maybe you were considered buddies now.

One colder night, you'd been rocking back and forth on your feet to keep blood flowing. A scarf was suddenly wrapped around you.

"Cold, isn't it?" Simon asks.