Patrolling and boredom.

The hours drag by ever so very slowly. You check your phone: 2:18. A breeze has picked up, the frozen chill gnaws at your face. The whir-click whir-click of Hana's patrolling mech passes by, lingering a bit longer than usual before she turns and starts another pass.

You lay perched atop one of the taller buildings on the facility's west side, peering through your binoculars occasionally. Again you scan the surroundings; nothing has changed from the last time you did. Your heart skips a beat as a hand squeezes your shoulder.

Dropping the binoculars, you wheel around to face your attacker, but much to your surprise the face that greets you is that of your Korean partner.

"What the fuck!?" You exclaim, heart still pounding out of your chest. She giggles.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you," she says, "but I put the mech on auto-patrol to come keep you company." Her fingers interlace with yours, the compassionate glow spreading from her hands to your own.

"Holy shit, your hands are freezing!"

"Well yeah. It's cold as fuck up here." You explain.

"Well," she starts, "we could always... make it warmer?"