No outside communication. That fit. But the rest of it didn't. She glanced down at her bloodied hand, the hole in her armor, and lifted her fingers just enough to see that the gash wasn't there. An injury, yes, and it wasn't pretty, but... It didn't look as deep as it should. It definitely wasn't as big.

Chyler looked back up at Raylan, for a moment clearly as lost and confused as she's pretending not to be.

Town and shelter. Regroup. Find a weapon, maybe. She nodded, making her way toward him through the snow.

"How long has it been snowing?"