Zoe stomped her crampons releasing the last remnants of powder from the from spikes jutting from the toe. Thoughts of sitting down and resting on the glacier crossed her mind, but she knew she needed to get down from this height relatively soon and the words of the new visitors were becoming increasingly cryptic. "Try me. I have been quite a few places. Surely it is not so remote that you could make it here. Also what do you mean by hot blooded?" Biting into the fabric of her gloved fingertip she pulled it off her right hand. The frigid air actually felt good on her skin as Zoe wriggled her fingers.