Since she showed up in the snowy woods, Beth's found herself offered everything from coats to blankets. By now, she's outfitted warmly enough that she's sure she can handle it out here for a few days if she has to. The trail she leaves isn't quite as neat as the others', and occasionally her foot slips in the drifts of snow, but at least she isn't freezing.

Her instinct out here is simple: keep an eye on everyone in the group while she sweeps her gaze over the landscape. There aren't walkers to watch out for, but Cetagandans might slide out from between the trees just as easily. Once, her gaze meets Adrien's--apparently doing the same thing she is. Her mouth twitches a little, her voice soft as she asks, "Doing all right?"

They're the only two outsiders here. They have to stick together.