That makes Nate scoff a little. To distract himself from the weight he can feel in her words, he scratches at the ice with one of his hands and taps his foot to an invisible beat.

"Maybe," he admits with a small shake of his head. "But living cramped on the moon and then in a snowy wasteland teaches you some stuff, doesn't it?"

Its a halfhearted excuse. He knows the real reason they've stopped bickering -- or at least he thinks he does. And that wasn't it.