Heather was beginning to feel the chill from the water and air. Bare feet, wet clothes. At least she was alive for now. The soldiers orders were basically ignored as she waded out of the water, standing on the bank a moment to get her bearings. She could forgive a soldier for being loud and obnoxious. It was the way of the job.<br/><br/>Adam called for her to come with him and get some clothes, and she followed, grateful for the company. She had been about to head to the car herself. Her shoes were under the van, most likely, so she went barefoot, every step painful and growing numb. Though the pace was brisk, she knew it wouldn't be enough.<br/><br/>"Come on. I'll race you there! Warm yourself up, it's too cold out here!" She took off at a sprint past Adam, loping up the embankment towards the road. She could feel her blood pumping, helping to warm her up as she moved. Little rocks and sticks crunched underfoot, but she paid them no mind. They gave little sharp spikes of pain, sure, but she had set her mind to a goal. The taxi had clothing. Warm thick comfy clothing.<br/><br/>Red hair flew out behind her as she ran, and she glanced back to see if she was being followed, a grin in place. There was something so freeing about running that just gave her a feeling of joy.