"Any university would be lucky to have you, but we need you here, more than any school could," he said, standing up. He wanted to talk to her in private, and while the room was secure, he didn't put it past the military honchos to spy on them. "Let's take a walk, and we can go to the security building. You'll have to forgo your style. It's freezing outside."
Leon walked to the door, and told the private outside that they needed a jacket for Abby. The message was relayed over the radio and by the time they reached the exit, there was a jacket ready for her.
"We've had a blizzard after Christmas, I don't know if it was the same in our reality. The snow is piled up everywhere," he told her as he opened the door. It was sunny and the light reflected on the snow, making it brighter, but it was still cold.
He reached an area with trees around them. It wasn't easy with the ice and even that didn't constituted privacy, but at least they couldn't see their faces or read lips. "We've been told that there is no way to communicate or to go back. While this may or may not be true, I want independent confirmation, because when we come here, we develop powers: reading minds, changed molecular structure, sensing the rift. We're a powerful asset for them, and they might not want to lose that. We have a case at the moment, but as soon as you're done, I want you to work with Ms. Garcia. She is a hacker that was recruited by the FBI. Work with her, and see what you can find me. You are our best hope to get back home."