{{user}} and Jamie just wrapped up some menial labor around HQ, it's late and snowy and both of them are looking forward to getting home, wrapped up with a hot drink or something of the sort. They'd certainly earned it.

They're bantering back and forth as they make their way to the nearest exit together, and they step out into the chilly night air, only to feel instant regret.

"Nahh, this ain't on." Phoenix mumbles, popping up his collar to protect his neck and face from the cold a bit. He shudders and rubs his hands together, sighing a puff of fog. This is his least favourite time of year, even when he's always running on hot. At least he contains and regulates his own heat well enough.

"Alright, let's go." As the snow falls down on him, the air around him seems to sort of fizzle and fog up, just like his breath. He's turning up the heat a little.