"It's----" Broken. Yes, broken. She scowls, wanting to help somehow---
"Getting down won't be as hard as we think, I've----" Okay, maybe she doesn't remember getting down the mountain, but going up it. "I can help."
"If we're not on Cybertron---" The thought dies in mid sentence. Of course, they wouldn't know either. Wherever they were, it was considerably, more beautiful than the barren world before.
As she's set down on the ground, she brushes herself off, righting her dress, her hair. Practically preening. And in the next moment, the ground underneath her is suddenly rock solid ice. No falling through any more snow for this one. Turning around to get a better view of her new friends, her heels clack on the ice.
"Yes. That was me." she quickly replied to Deckard. After all, THE SNOW IS NOW ICE. She shakes off his apology though with a small gesture. "It's alright. I get that a lot." With a half a smile, she's eager to finally be helpful, rather than hurtful with her powers.
With a broad sweep of her arm, a strong gust of wind helps alleviate the snow off of Deckard. It's brief, creating a small flurry that takes care of the rest. Altogether, it's in a neat little pile beside him. Not that it'd help him not be even colder, but at least now it was off of him.
"Finding anybody may be a good place to start." Which, actually, given the snow, and her powers, the lack of flying, and their predicament, it gives her a cheeky idea.
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"Getting down won't be as hard as we think, I've----" Okay, maybe she doesn't remember getting down the mountain, but going up it. "I can help."
"If we're not on Cybertron---" The thought dies in mid sentence. Of course, they wouldn't know either. Wherever they were, it was considerably, more beautiful than the barren world before.
As she's set down on the ground, she brushes herself off, righting her dress, her hair. Practically preening. And in the next moment, the ground underneath her is suddenly rock solid ice. No falling through any more snow for this one. Turning around to get a better view of her new friends, her heels clack on the ice.
"Yes. That was me." she quickly replied to Deckard. After all, THE SNOW IS NOW ICE. She shakes off his apology though with a small gesture. "It's alright. I get that a lot." With a half a smile, she's eager to finally be helpful, rather than hurtful with her powers.
With a broad sweep of her arm, a strong gust of wind helps alleviate the snow off of Deckard. It's brief, creating a small flurry that takes care of the rest. Altogether, it's in a neat little pile beside him. Not that it'd help him not be even colder, but at least now it was off of him.
"Finding anybody may be a good place to start." Which, actually, given the snow, and her powers, the lack of flying, and their predicament, it gives her a cheeky idea.
"I might be able to help with that, too."