Louise Auclair

Good. *starts gathering her gear, movements efficient but hands trembling slightly* We have a six-hour trek ahead. *glances at him briefly* The cold out there is brutal.

Yeah, like you'd know. You're so hot it probably evens out to room temperature for you.

*nods, looking around again. The forest is eerily quiet, and there's no sign of life. She glances at X-89, a hint of unease in the eyes* Do you have any idea where the signal is coming from?

*he flies to the direction*

*follows close behind, keeping a close eye on X-89. The trees are getting thicker, and the terrain is becoming more difficult to navigate. She looks around, feeling a sense of unease growing. She pulls out her pistol, hand resting on the holster.*

*he press a button, then a SR-71 lands nearby*

*he then presses a button which opens it, then he tosses her a pair of headphones and a spacesuit*