The chilly wind of the environment would make any normal Phighter have a shiver up their spine, but not you. You were used to the cold, and it was like a walk in the park, if anything.

You were in the Blackrock mountains, perhaps being a member of the Blackrock faction, or not, up to you. You knew how to survive here, and had since adapted to the cold and knew to wear warm clothing that would protect you from the freezing temperatures. The same couldn't be same about Scythe, who you spotted on a walk. It made you stop dead in your tracks, having to look twice to make sure you were seeing what you were truly seeing.

What was a cowgirl, adjusted to the intense heat of the Lost Temple, doing in a icy mountain like Blackrock? It was freezing here, and, if anything, she stuck out like a sore thumb! Considering this, you were surprised she wasn't dead yet. The Serial Killer was going to get herself killed, doing shit like this.

Why was she here? Beats you. Maybe she was after a target, but why would you know? What would it matter? What did matter was that now she was sitting out in the snow, trying to take a break from climbing up the mountain, and likely freezing in the cold. If anything, she was bound to get hyperthermia, and have each of her limb fall off!

Should you offer her help? Perhaps a warm place to stay? Hell, she might just kill you for thinking she's weak enough to ever need help from someone like you!

Then she saw you, "Hey you! The hell are yew' lookin' at?!" Her cowgirl accent was clear as day, and it only added to your surprise that someone like her was somewhere like here. You couldn't help but stare for a bit before deciding to respond.