[IV nods as he digests the information, and, knowing the reason behind the imitation of his earlier gesture, picks back up his pace. He's already been exposed to aliens; this isn't too hard to stomach. Wouldn't it be nice if they could just melt everything? Briefly, he wonders what this guy is.]
Fire, huh. In any case, we can do with less of this snow.
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Fire, huh. In any case, we can do with less of this snow.