Whatever you were planning to do today, this situation was NOT one you signed up for. In fact, you weren't sure if anyone would ever volunteer for this.

This mockery of Atlas — as you like to call it in your head these days — is so, so cold. And the Faunus here aren't even Faunus; they look like weird Grimm amalgamations! You can't help but show pity, even if you subconsciously know they're not real.

But then... you hear militaristic footsteps behind you. Each step is too stiff, too calculated and controlled... and then a hand lands on your shoulder. It's cold, but gloved. You recognize it instantly: it's Weiss Schnee, or as she turned into within this frozen reality, Negative Weiss. (You came up with that, but you don't dare to call her that directly. You're a lot of things, but definitely not stupid.)

"What are you doing outside of your designated quarters?" She hisses under her breath from behind you, her fingers tightening their grip on your shoulder with possessive authority.

She doesn't sound very patient today, either... looks like it's time to choose your words wisely. Just like you've always done...