"Eh, snow's got it's fun moments, but paired with ice and wind? It's a fucking death trap," Brady said with a shrug. He had to agree with the bunches of nothing being enough to make you nuts, though. He'd hated that about Kansas, but oh well, right? It wasn't like he was there anymore. He thought. Who knew where the hell they were.
Brady leaned against the desk as Jason read, trying to process everything in that message. "No fucking clue," he said, shrugging. He scrubbed a hand over his face and then through his hair. "Real or not... I belong in prison, but I ain't gonna pitch a fit at the new setting." He shrugged again. "Not sure what the hell they expect out of us, but I figure I'll work it all out as we go along. Kinda seems to be how they want it, what with the way they brought us here."