It reminded him of the mines on Pittsburgh. Sometimes, it was just that cold. To keep himself warm, he used mining equipment to heat up rocks around him. Right now, he wished he had a plasma cutter with him.
Following Lea, he felt completely lost. He had no idea where he was, barely knew who he was with, the cold climate hurt his eyes. Apart from Lea, nobody here spoke his language. In a way, it made him lose his hope. His mind, more and more, turned grey, apathetic. Maybe even white, like the snow.
Lea pointed at the house. Levan, however, did not really care. It was a house. It would be warm inside. Rebecca would not be able to find him here.
... looks nice.
Almost begging, he got a bit closer to Lea, hoping she would kind of act as a wind shield.
