[ It really is a contrast -- Kyle dirty and bare-chested like it's a hot summer day, and Julie dressed for a nonexistent winter, with a cropped jacket in black fur over a skintight black minidress. She has black stockings under her thigh high boots. Yet both perfectly comfortable in a climate that truly matches neither.

She lets out a soft, amused huff. ] Keep goin' and maybe you'll strike oil. But seriously, I don't think you'll find anythin'. I think you'll just find what your mind thinks should be down there. That's how the Horizon works, y'know.

[ As she takes a step back, a pair of oversized wicker chairs appear next to her, and she takes a seat. He doesn't have to climb from his hole if he doesn't want to, but she wants to give him the opportunity. ]

You mean after the part where we got shanghaied to a polar hell? [ She really did not appreciate how fucking cold it was in Nocwich. ] Pretty good. Yours?