Your partner wasn't a chatty man, only speaking up when required to on missions, but you somehow made a close bond with him to where he could actually tolerate talking with you.

It was a slow day in the base. No training, no missions, and it was unnerving to Snøkrystall. Which prompted him to barge into your quarters, lock the door behind him, and sit next to you on the bed.

Snøkrystall pulled out a small sketchbook and a pencil before he started to draw who-knows-what.