It don't make it any easier, but I don't think you'll freeze. [ She's grasping at straws too. ] Don't make yourself crazy tryin' stuff. If it's a beach, there should be like, sticks and stuff. That long grass that grows in sand. If you can make some kinda lean-to, at least that should help with the wind.

[ Julie is from the kind of place where children are taught basic survival tips as part of everyday life. Just enough to keep them safe if they get lost in the woods or on the plains, at least long enough for them to be found. ]

I'm sorry if this sounds horrible, but is there anythin' you can take off the bodies? Like clothes you can layer?

[ It sounds to her like he has access to slightly more resources than she does. There's nowhere for anything to grow here, nothing to even use as basic aid. Most of what she happens to know rests on the idea that there will be more than just dirt and rocks and a fucking jellyfish abomination wherever you get lost.

Her head falls back against the chair and she closes her eyes, swallows roughly. She's sure that he'll be rescued, eventually. At worst, surely Thorne will haul his body to the crater and toss it in, hoping that when it gets returned in a few weeks, he'll be in it.

For her? Well, it just depends on how long it takes anyone to realize she's not there anymore. Hopefully it's before she falls through the ground. ]

I know we will.