"Better now that's you're here, Darlin'" she winks, opening the first of the hangars. They both have a key. Zhenya is pure sweetness when she holds the door for her. When they step in it's at least 20 degrees cooler. That doesn't mean it's cold though but it's a relief. She takes off her pack, takes out her ledger and then squints at the lines.
"I've never even seen snow." She tells Zhenya. "Well, that's not true. I seen it on Mountain tops. I almost went to New York in February once." a shrug. She would have done more traveling if she had won that championship.