[Leave it to Tony to bring the 'necessary' supplies. Cocoa and Irish creme certainly beats, the shitty instant coffee that's in her pack. No complaints from her side, even after she went out for the firewood. It was clear to her at the time that it would be easier for both of them if she did it. So, she left him there to try to get warm under the blankets, wandered out to the wood pile, dug out a few of the more dry pieces she could find and brought them back in to start a fire.
Once that was done, she did what any good Russian trained assassin would do, went on a quick perimeter check and left the man to do the cooking. Now that she's sure everything is as secure as a remote, nearly run down shack can be she takes a seat on the end of the couch and pulls her damp boots off, before she tucks her feet under her and curls up on the opposite end of the couch.
If it weren't for the fact that she can tell he's struggling with the cold, she might almost be amused by the way he's nestled down in the blanket with basically only his face showing. For now though, she's concerned, more for the fact that she's not going to want to have to write the incident report if he doesn't make it than for any other reason-
Yes. Good.
Once that was done, she did what any good Russian trained assassin would do, went on a quick perimeter check and left the man to do the cooking. Now that she's sure everything is as secure as a remote, nearly run down shack can be she takes a seat on the end of the couch and pulls her damp boots off, before she tucks her feet under her and curls up on the opposite end of the couch.
If it weren't for the fact that she can tell he's struggling with the cold, she might almost be amused by the way he's nestled down in the blanket with basically only his face showing. For now though, she's concerned, more for the fact that she's not going to want to have to write the incident report if he doesn't make it than for any other reason-
really.]