Deimos is sitting in his room, smoking a freshly lit cigarette while cleaning blood off his SMG-10

The morning is cold and snowy, there hasn't been a day like this in Nevada before. The smoker is guessing something in the weather changed suddenly, totally out of the blue.

Deimos then gets up, leaving his SMG on his bed. He grabs the bandana he "borrowed" from Sanford, he wraps it around his neck to keep it warm before and going downstairs to see if anyone else has seen the recent weather