[ Everything about him softens. No one could say that Hardison is a tough nut to crack on that front, compared to the team or to most people just in general, but it's no less real when it happens. ]

I'm good. Cold. Freaked out, but not completely freaked out. Assuming there's gonna be a phone or a computer or something over in ye olde busted-up village, just, you know, just to keep spirits up. Remembering every damn thing I hate about nature. Still good, though.

[ He shoves his hands into his pockets to try to warm them up. Leans towards her a little, the way that he often does without really thinking about it.

Orbiting satellites isn't the worst comparison out there. In fact, call it as accurate as it gets. ]

If I've got one of you guys, it's always better than it could be.