Being in a desert city doesn't leave Inej well-equipped for the frozen tundra she has been rather unceremoniously dropped into. She has been here for awhile by now, without coming across anyone. Or maybe it felt longer than it had been because of the cold.

Still. A voice carrying on the wind is a relief and she gasp softly when she realizes she recognizes that voice. "Sam?" she calls back, loud as she can get against the howl of the wind.

It takes some careful traversing to find her way to him– she continues to find herself in debt to Jesper for the Fabrikator slippers, they make it easier to grip even against the snow– but eventually, she can make out the shape of him in the distance. "Sam!" she calls out again, waving an arm to catch his attention. Thank the Saints.