It never failed to impress Neal when he saw Adrian use the compulsion. He'd had his own taste of it while he had been in the guy's body, but he was sure that most of it had been on accident. Shannon always said he had his natural thrall and he never knew exactly what she meant until moments like this when he saw it at its finest.
They were out of the prison gates now and Neal was glad not to have to trudge through the snow thanks to Jill's power with the water. It was cool to watch most definitely and he got a little caught up in it until she spoke up and asked what direction to go. Neal scouted the whiteness around them and had no idea what way the others would have gone. The snow had covered up any chance of a trail they may have left so there was literally nothing for them to go on.
"Let's get a little further away. If we don't see any sign of anyone then we should radio to see if our signal is picking up anyone out in the storm. By then we may be out of range with the prison." He was hoping on that last part because he knew Peter would be holding onto that radio for dear life whether or not he knew Neal had left.
Turning north, Neal pulled his scarf above half of his face to block out the wind. The snow was beginning to lessen and Jill pushing it out of the way helped a lot, but it was still crazy cold and he was glad he'd opted to put on extra pairs of socks.
"Something about this side of the white stuff seems familiar," Neal mused and looked around them again. His photographic memory was a good one, but the place looked different with all of the snow. "I think I may have come through here when I left the prison. I could be crazy, but if I'm right I think there are some scattered cabins a mile or two ahead."