Rictor/Siana/Ari
It was pointless to resent the call to duty; she had a job to do it and so she would do it. But to say that the stinging snow and ice against her face did not bother her would be a lie, and she'd had little practice fighting in such conditions, so she was apprehensive about the coming battle, but ready. If the danger did not care about the weather, neither could she.
To the Korporal's comment, she could only let out a small grunt of agreement as they pushed forward into the wilderness. Her hand gripped the hilt of her katana but not so tightly that her fingers froze around the handle. Every so often she would curl and uncurl her fingers and stretch them out to keep the blood flowing. With the visibility as poor as it was, she needed to keep herself warm and ready. A challenge, to be sure.
Up in the distance, she thought she saw a shadow of a moving figure, and she motioned to the Korporal to stop. Now was no time for mistakes. After squinting her eyes against the biting wind, Siana was almost convinced that it was a hume, but it was still too difficult to tell; then, she heard the cry of a hume woman, and it was enough.