Already the snowfall was suggesting that the previous season had been a mild winter in comparison. Cal trudges through the snow, the hood of his poncho pulled up over his head. He's been to colder climes than this, not that he can particularly say he enjoys the frigid temperatures.

"Good thing we got those heaters fixed up," he mutters, receiving a hooting beep in response from behind him. The little droid hanging off his back peeks over his shoulder with an inquisitive whistle then, which has the young man looking out ahead as he senses someone else out in the snow.