Their pathing was determined by their crunchy footprints in the snow. She was thankful for the prints, assuming they stayed firmly in the snow to act as breadcrumbs to reveal the way back to the plane. Little did she know, Mark was thinking about the way back, as well.<br/><br/>Nora was thankful for Mark’s reply to her question, giving her a moment to truly catch her breath, not used to the thicker air on the mountaintop. Mark’s reply was not what she was expecting, though. She smiled when he referred to her as a pretty girl in first class who he was enjoying flirting with.<br/><br/>Then, when he admitted that he was just glad they managed to survive, Nora’s smile faded away and she nodded in turn, sniffling as the chill from the air crept into her nose. “Yeah, I am too.” She sighed out, wishing there had been more survivors.<br/><br/>Mark only further emphasized the thought in her head by mentioning how many passengers the plane held at capacity, versus how many survivors they had back at the plane crash. At his mention of being three percenters, Nora’s brows perked, but she remained gravely quiet.<br/><br/>He then asked how she was doing and Nora shrugged her shoulders in response, glancing back at Mark as they continued trekking along. “I mean, I’m still here. So, I guess that’s something. I can’t really tell you how I feel other than… energized? Maybe it has to do with adrenaline.”<br/><br/>They kept walking along the mostly flat plane of the mountainside, heading toward what seemed to be light in the distance. It wasn’t that long until they saw what had caused that faint glow to form; a lodging that they were closing in on.<br/><br/>“Mark, look!” Nora pointed straight ahead, not that she needed to, sounding particularly excited about the sighting. Not that it necessarily meant they were all safe. “We should check there. Maybe there’s space for us three percenters.” She elbowed him and picked up her pace.