[i]A whirring noise, a black shadow on the floor - A silent hum that echoed through the area. JT had come. The area around was simply a slim crevasse of frozen ice and snow, although above was a rather loud noise that would blow the thick blanket of white away and accompany a black rope sliding between the ancient mounds of ice. The thing making the noise was thankfully not hostile and was rather a machine moving through the sky, green blotting out the sun temporarily and giving shade to the area beneath it. The rope made its way a few feet in front of the woman, where it would stop and suspend itself three feet from the ground. Fast-roping down the long chord was a cowboy, adorned in not a duster and hat like he would typically wear, but rather a large duster-parka hybrid and a mix between a face mask and a hat to envelope his head, JT had came to speak with the woman. He was armed only with the swords of the Dancer that he earned a year prior and his revolver, and a long lasso was on his back in case he needed to escape the thick sheets of ice. He got to the end of the rope and simply hung off the rope, feet digging into the rock with the end of the rope while his left hand gripped a rock to his side and his right hanged by his waist. "Sup." [/i]