Black Hawk walks stiffly back up the ramp and out of the bunker. She shivers a little as the cold washes over her, bare except for her flight-suit. She stands at the entrance, faced raised towards the sky, and stares at the sky above her with blurred vision.

Her wings unfold from her sides and she takes to the air, not bothering to see if Pepper is following her, and she quickly gains altitude until she draws even with the surrounding cliffs. She wings her way over the edge and flies low to the top of the plateau, ignoring the biting wind, until she finds a small alcove not too far away. With little warning, she dives. The alcove is small, cramped, but warmer than the surrounding area. Black Hawk presses herself near to the edge.

"What did you want?" she asks, eyes on the ground.