They were on a shuttle on the way to the airport, she - primarily dressed in blue, him - in a simple gray hooded sweatshirt and dark faded jeans. Not being used to them, the fabrics and designs of his attire made him fidget and scratch at various places quite often.

He noticed the look on her face and stopped.

“Miss Winter?”

“Yes?”

“You seem troubled.”

She said nothing, but her frown deepened.

“I hope it is not the Hach. He is too big a fool to get into another mess by himself.”

“He’s too big a fool not to,” she answered. “I hope we’ll catch him on time.”

“We should be able to.”

The shuttle came to a slow stop.

Winter said, “We’ve arrived.”

With a nod, he picked up a duffel bag from the seat next to him and followed her out, pulling the hood low over his eyes. He didn’t like people in the Unfrozen seeing his face.