yeah, the waverider definitely outfitted her pretty decently, but sara couldn't have possibly imagined the sheer ability of the cold to cut through layers of clothing like a knife. she's sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest and an expression of sheer consternation, trying to think about anything but the temperature, about how she can see a curl of air every time she sighs.
when it comes to being stuck somewhere in ridiculously cold temperatures, this isn't sara's first rodeo. her gaze flickers over to supergirl — kara — whose feet tap against the hard floor, who looks perfectly okay other than a slight bored air. because she's an alien. an alien who can withstand weather like this. an alien who probably could warm up a human with chattering teeth in a heartbeat.
the thought might've brought a flash of heat to sara's cheeks were the circumstances. instead, she rises abruptly from her chair, which scrapes suddenly and unpleasantly against the floor, and starts to pace around the bunker like a caged animal. maybe the movement will keep her warm, maybe it'll keep her distracted. )
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yeah, the waverider definitely outfitted her pretty decently, but sara couldn't have possibly imagined the sheer ability of the cold to cut through layers of clothing like a knife. she's sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest and an expression of sheer consternation, trying to think about anything but the temperature, about how she can see a curl of air every time she sighs.
when it comes to being stuck somewhere in ridiculously cold temperatures, this isn't sara's first rodeo. her gaze flickers over to supergirl — kara — whose feet tap against the hard floor, who looks perfectly okay other than a slight bored air. because she's an alien. an alien who can withstand weather like this. an alien who probably could warm up a human with chattering teeth in a heartbeat.
the thought might've brought a flash of heat to sara's cheeks were the circumstances. instead, she rises abruptly from her chair, which scrapes suddenly and unpleasantly against the floor, and starts to pace around the bunker like a caged animal. maybe the movement will keep her warm, maybe it'll keep her distracted. )