<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Angel looked at the screen, narrowing her eyes. She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. It wasn't her fault she was stuck in the Core all the goddamn time. But she watched as he walked, taking in the sights and the sound of it. She'd always wondered what snow felt like - people told her it was cold. She only had the vaguest memories of it before everything had happened. She remembered cold, and wet. . . but not the smell. Not the sound of it.  She hummed, and then snapped back to attention. <br/><br/>"<strong>Ah. . . yes, you did say something to that effect.</strong>" Angel said, composing herself. Angel felt a thrill of excitement churn through her when Max approached the Bullymung nest. "<strong>Please be careful. . . and get as many as you can. If you can.</strong>" She wouldn't lie - she was starting to feel a little stressed about the whole idea. Max seemed like a good man. <br/><br/>And Bullymungs didn't exactly seem like the friendliest of animals. </span>