This was wonderful. This. Was. Hell. On. Earth. And to make the polar storm they were currently braving even less amusing, she was being forced to help Mountain Man pitch their tent. Shouldn’t he have one of those ones that popped up fully constructed with the push of a button? ‘A tent is only as good as its anchors,’ Karl yelled across the screaming wind. ‘Once this is secure, we need to erect a tripwire alarm for polar bears,’ he continued. Could she have one? She had just bumped into Karl whilst shielding her face against a particularly ferocious blast, and while the seismic effects he had on her had sizzled their way through every layer of polar protection as well as her semifrozen body, Karl appeared completely immune. ‘Cold?’ He shot a keen glance at her. ‘You’ll be fine when you get inside the tent. It’s quite sophisticated. We even have a bathroom.’ A bucket and a heater?
