[Prisoner]<br/><br/><em>Fuck fuck fuck!</em>the man thinks to himself and curls up into a ball before hearing the speakers penetrating through the snow. After a few moments of climbing through the snow, his pistol with his hand pops through, sinking back in before flailing for a few more moments. "Why'd you have to shoot so close!?" he calls out, not sure if the external microphones were currently on since the ringing from the close range shots would have been horrible on the ears. When he finally manages to get from the bank, he tosses the pistol to his left, as well as his hunting rifle once it was in his hand and not over his back.<br/><br/>With his face in the ground and his hands on the back of his head, he keeps his exposed skin from touching the snow by using his elbows. "I find it rather unlucky to be drafted in the first place," he says when addressed by the superior's mech, remembering the last and most important thing to say when talking. "Sir." Hoping that they wouldn't wait around for him to make a run for it, he sneezes and wishes that there's a warm blanket he's allowed to in one of the mechs.<br/><br/>[Shizen]<br/><br/>"Actually, according to my read-outs Hound did especially well for this ambush," she calls over, smiling as her blush begins to fade slowly from her cheaks, neck, and the top of her cleavage. She lowers the visor again and resumes torching the skeleton around her, glad that the computers weren't damaged at all, and would only require a new set of wires which come along with the arms and legs. "While you're over there, can you see where the model F-e72 legs are? I can't find them whenever I look through that terminal and it annoys the hell out of me."