"Cheers," Chris says, because he's not about to worry about fuckin' chivalry when he's freezing his bollocks off. He pulls his hands away from his bits to take her coat and put it on. Maybe it's a good thing that she's wearing about a thousand layers, because it's not as small on him as it might be, otherwise. His feet are still freezing though, he can barely feel the road beneath his toes, and he hasn't got a clue where he left his shoes.

Well, he left his shoes in the jungle, but that doesn't fuckin' help, does it?

"Is the compound like... even around anymore? Or is that gone as well?"