Blaze loosens her grip, deeply troubled. Can he hear? Even if he can, could he move his tongue to tell her? She can't let him freeze any more - she knows what it does to tissue (needles of crystallizing water tearing through the cells around them; fingers the color of bruising, clenched and swollen).

She doesn't waste more time: she adjusts the regulator for her armor systems, setting them to start radiating some waste heat from around her chest and inner arm plates. She's been fighting: she has plenty to spare. Then - carefully, gently, no telling how fragile he is now, how brittle - she scoops him up, tucking his hat in between them for safety.

Ghost helpfully supplements her mental map with a waypoint; she runs for the closest shelter with doors to shut and a supply of heat. If the Nexus is playing fair and not jumping around on her, that ought to be one of the empty houses around the forum. But it doesn't matter much. She's seen the doors around here. She can bust them all open if she has to.

"All right, Jesse." Just in case. Her voice is fierce with determination. "I've got you. Just hang in there and we'll get you inside."