It was not-so-known fact that Tamaraneans, among many things, could withstand harsh conditions, as much as going through space itself. A little cold was no bother—but, apparently, to most non-Tamaraneans, it was very much a bother. Kori had observed it herself, the shriveling up, the shivering. Koriand’r had experienced cold herself, back on different planets, but the sensitivity of species like humans was something she still sometimes forgot.

"Yes, I understand we are in a mountain, that is why I am here," she muttered as she hauled her teammate up onto her shoulder. Kori had come to the mountains during a blizzard, all because her oh-so-smart teammate decided that it was a brilliant idea to follow a villain there. In her time on Earth, Koriand’r had learned that any time a villain goes to a mountain, it’s bad news, bring teammates.

But nope. Her teammate hadn’t asked for help when leaving, just said goodbye and where the destination was, and then left like it was a normal day. All of two days before she was called for backup. So there she was, carrying her a shivering person across the mountain because of some foolishness.

When she got to the puny cabin her teammate had stayed them, she’d put the other on the bed and then made a mess of the drawers, shoving any clothes onto the bed. "Would it really be so difficult to wear something better? Bring some better winter wear? You work in a team of rich people, you could’ve asked!" Kori scolded.