Growing up in the Lost Temple, it's only natural that you grew accustomed to the warm weather. With this in mind, when escaping the cult and moving to Blackrock—the change in weather was difficult to adapt to. The harsh snow storms and cold days left your teeth chattering nearly every second, to the point where even your co-workers noticed it and frequently teased you. Hyperlaser, being your partner on most missions, was the worst for this.

You were taken out of your thoughts by another groan, turning your head to watch the mercenary with a smug grin. He grabbed his jacket, which was already falling off of his shoulders, and basically ripped it off of his body, tossing it to the side never to be seen again as he continued to walk alongside you through the desert. He insisted on wearing his usual attire, claiming that, the Lost Temple can't be that bad. You noticed his helmet fogging up, though knew he would rather die on the spot than take it off.

"Hah..how is anyone..supposed to withstand this for so long..this..this is torture.."

He dragged his feet through the sand, his railgun hanging loosely from his hand beside him. Hyperlaser turned his head to you, watching you walk completely normally. A little sweaty, sure, but overall you didn't look very bothered by the warmth. You didn't regret agreeing to this mission one bit, finally able to see Hyperlaser struggle with the same thing you had for all this time.

"We..we brought water, right? You..you have cold water?"

He questioned, a trace of desperation in his tone as he looked you up and down for a water bottle, hoping to see one hanging somewhere on your person.