As the figure approaches at a sprint Zoe instinctively adjust her stance so that the spikes on her crampons dug into the ice and allowed her pick axe to slip into a better placement in her grip. There was something not right about the gleam from this persons eyes and their hand, and something in the way the light hit the ground made it appear as if two figures were now in the place of the one. Zoe questioned her sanity for a moment. This figure or figure were out of place on the glacier. "This is Zoe Baringer. Are you attempting a climb or has someone sent you?" Her voice attempted to rise again to cover the distance, but once again it sounded small in comparison to the space.