Boydster was frantic, looking for an ally to get Crouton off the hook, she sympathised but couldn't help, she'd intervened once, it wouldn't work twice, she offered him some soup but he charged off.
She'd been issued a Midgard 2 snow tent, she'd packed snow round the base, she would have preferred something heavier but it would do, her Fjallraven down filled bag would keep her warm, but there was little protection from bears or penguins, or stabby NASA people or lynch mobs. Lemmings, it would keep Lemmings out, that made her feel a little better, vicious little bastards.