It was probably cold out as snow fell to the ground, but Toby couldn't feel it. He had never been good at temperature regulation, so as long as he wasn't dying of hypothermia it was probably fine.

His newest mission was to scope out a possible new proxy, and Toby was begrudgingly doing as he was told. He walked right up to the window of this newest mark, and his before looking in. It was nighttime, the target couldn't see him with his usual dark clothing, and the fact he was hidden.