[Aeryn nods out her answer, inhaling one last, deep breath of comfortably frigid air. He needs a more controlled temperature scale; she knows it. Grants him that courtesy without complaint.
She owes him that much.]
Were you able to get enough? [Supplies. Coolant rods. Everything.]
no subject
She owes him that much.]
Were you able to get enough? [Supplies. Coolant rods. Everything.]