Sam just snorted at the question. "Yeah, yeah, you just wait till you need to get a box off a shelf," she retorted lightly. Now that the fire was lit, she carefully fed it fuel, building it up a little more. They'd learned survival skills in basic training, but it hadn't been so cold then. Sam was from the south, and she didn't much like the cold.

"I don't think we have a choice on that one." Sam glanced out the only window in the cabin. The snow was falling thick and fast, and she could hear the wind whipping through the cracks in the walls. It was cold, and she reckoned it was only going to get colder. Hydra couldn't follow them, but they couldn't leave, either. "How's that cut of yours look?"