Indigo felt the cold, she felt the changes in climate, she just rarely let it affect her too much. Florida had been interesting at first, she'd moved from Russia at the time, so it was a huge shift in weather, one that was welcome given the nature of her own routine. She practically grew up there, which meant it was almost a home. For the most part. "The call the Everglades facility 'Underworld'," smirking a little, because the names of the facilities were often amusing to her in their connotations, "One of my old team mates used to say it was because the gaters crawled right out of Hades."
They were interesting, the wildlife, but by and large the compound rarely really saw too many of them.
"I was there the most, and now here." Limbo was ... it was new, and different, and right then Indigo needed that, even if it was a form of avoidance, it was something that might, eventually, lead to her letting go of things enough to properly heal. "I suppose I like it well enough." Which was probably just as well given they hardly had much choice in the matter if they didn't -she was given a special circumstance in requesting her own transfer. She didn't think they made a habit of it.