"I thought it might be. The region isn't well documented. Makes perfect sense." He leaned back against her as she spoke and touched him, focusing on the sound of her breath, the nearness of her body. He turned as she finished and hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her to sit in his lap as the chair rotated. They rolled a couple of feet from the desk, but he barely paid attention, squeezing her close and kissing up into her neck and jaw. "It might be easier than you think," he murmured. "If the Runners are based there, then they're bound to have people watching the approach." He kissed the base of her neck and trailed smaller kisses up the side of her throat as he spoke. "And as we go, they'll be watching, and judging, and waiting to see if we mean trouble or not... and once they figure out we're there to help they might even come to us."<br/><br/>He kissed just beneath her ear and nuzzled there, his breath warm. "But either way, we'll pack appropriately. You're romantically involved with one of the best survivalist experts in what's left of the world as we know it. If you think I'm going to be caught in the cold without food, warmth, or shelter, well... you just don't know me, darling."