"I can usually weather it better than this," she answers, bitterness creeping into her voice. He couldn't know that she seems to be missing a whole part of herself, that she's spent two years immune to the cold. This isn't a loss of tolerance; this is a loss, full stop.

Her eyes go wide as he describes the lack of information. This is... this is insane. What is this place, some secret ARGUS base? Or something controlled by a different government entity? Nothing civilian could be that heavily redacted, have that much of its essential identity wiped off the map. Her expression shifts from bewildered to confused to incredulous. "You're joking, right? You're pulling my leg here."