When you were little, like Yamina and Maho, you lost a lot of body heat quickly.  Walter, that big hunk of muscle, didn't have that problem.  He never seemed to be cold.  But Maho and her could both be uncomfortable on a mild spring day.<br/><br/>Unlike Maho, who was dressed in the interest of efficiency in manning her 'Mech, Yamina was at heart a child of the desert.  She wore multiple layers, starting out with silk long johns and ending up with a bulky parka fringed with icewolf fur that was currently thrown back.  It would take her much longer to be mission ready, but she was warm.  Not warm like back home, but warm enough.  She stood, carrying a cup of tea and a cup of coffee substitute and walked over to sit shoulder to shoulder with the Kuritan girl.<br/><br/>Yamina extended both cups, waited until Maho made her choice, then drank from the other one.  She didn't say anything, just sat close to the other petite woman who was all but shivering beneath the inadequate blanket.