Render saw him approaching, and disengaged the smart-link scope on his M6C that he has been looking through. He holstered the pistol, and took his helmet off for a brief moment. Due to his armor's incredible insulation, his hair was matted in sweat and blood from the previous day, without being affected by the cold here. His dark eyes were undermined by heavy bags, and a variety of scrapes and bruises on his cheeks and forehead. His breath came out as raggedy puffs of smoke in the otherwise torrential snowfall. He yells out to you, with you barely able to hear him through the chaotic wind. "I needed some fresh air anyways." He yelled, "We're holding up in the Pelican for the next five hours--the Superintendent fragment says that the worst of the storm should be over by then--and then we'll move out by 0100. D'ya think that there's anyone down there?" He gestured towards the ground, referring to the area below the mountain peak. He then placed his helmet back on as you responded.