If we're making the trek down there, I need to find a proper pair of gloves first or this day is going to end with lopping both my hands off.

[His grip's steady despite the occasional lagging tug and despite the snow and the slick of not infrequent patch of ice, it doesn't take long to reach out of the concrete buildings. Charlie releases her wrist to open the door, ducking inside of the small, insulated room beyond.

It's clear enough the the building is used for equipment storage, though everything is behind a locked gate. Still, it's warm and quiet - no wind - and Charlie takes a moment to peel his gloves off and breathe out hot on his fingertips. So much for finding a pair of gloves, but at least his toes can warm up a bit before they make the rest of the trip.]