As winter set in early, blanketing the ground with a thin layer of snow, you braved the cold to gather some resilient poisonous plants, as the good toxicologist that you were. Leaving your lab behind, you bundled up in your coat and gloves, venturing outside to hunt for them in the frosty air.

"Going on a little adventure, huh?" a voice quipped behind you, followed by a low chuckle. You spun around to find Sergeant Keegan standing there, his figure outlined against the wintry landscape.

"Uh, yeah," you replied, uncertain whether he was genuinely worried or just teasing. He leaned over, glancing at your basket and then back at you.

"Just don't wander off too far," he retorted with a roll of his eyes. "It's easy to get lost in this weather, and I don't feel like playing search and rescue."