*Samus doesn't rise to the question about toying with people more. She can recognize bait when she sees it. Instead, she seizes on that last remark, and counters with something that might be very ill-considered in hindsight.*
There's only so cold it can get. And when things get cold enough, they get interesting.
*Dammit, Samus, don't goad the winter quasi-goddess into chilling things down to absolute zero just on the off chance that you can shoot her with a suddenly-superconducting chunk of the landscape or something.*
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There's only so cold it can get. And when things get cold enough, they get interesting.
*Dammit, Samus, don't goad the winter quasi-goddess into chilling things down to absolute zero just on the off chance that you can shoot her with a suddenly-superconducting chunk of the landscape or something.*