Aren trudged back into the hangar, boots and pant legs caked with snow up to his knees. Shivering, he peeled off the thin coat and work pants her wore, leaving him in merely his boxers. Sighing heavily, he walked towards the lift, only to run into both Keira and Jal as they walked out of the armory, carrying two rather large rifles. "Where are you two off to with those rifles?" he asked, trying desperately to play down the fact that he was blushing deeply.