[ He shakes his head to the Parker question, valiantly sacrificing his death grip for the sake of Eliot's toward-warmth mobility.

Parker takes precedence over even complaining about literally everything happening right now.

(Which doesn't stop I've been here for a few more days from registering without fully processing, taking its place in the concerns queue to crop back up in very short order. It's right there in the chamber, waiting.) ]

Definitely just me. Wind and snow can do a number on a sound wave, but. [ Hardison shrugs, looking up like he, too, half expects Parker to drop out of a tree. ] No animals. Not even birds. No roads, no traffic. Us and our big mouths, out here with no competition to drown it out? That's like a bat-signal for Parkers.

[ A cool way to admit he's been the least stealthy, most complaint-filled man in the forest since he woke up. He folds his arms tight to his chest. ]

Maybe we get a look around this town for her. Just in case. If she got to this end of the trail or, uh. Picked out a nice tree and got a look from higher ground... [ Then that's where she'd be headed anyway.

Figuring out if it's objectively better or worse that she doesn't seem to be here is above his pay grade under normal circumstances, let alone circumstances where he's less than optimal on his big picture operating.

What Hardison knows is, it feels worse if it's really the case. Better stuck together than someone left behind. ]