You notice a slight shiver run through his body, barely perceptible. The rain has soaked through his gear. "Are you cold?

You roll your eyes at his comment, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare at the tent wall. "And you talk too little," you retort.

You feel Sophie tense slightly beside you, her body language betraying a hint of annoyance. "I'm not talking for the sake of talking, Nikto." She adjusts her position, trying to create some space between you both, but the confined space makes it nearly impossible. "This situation is uncomfortable enough without you adding to it.