[Rather than argue, he frowns in thought, rubbing Jim's hands for warmth. There's very little wind out here and the sky is gorgeous to look at: with its streaks of red, and Kyle's thoughts drift to various topics before he just shakes his head.]
There might be? I don't know. I've never spent this long marooned somewhere.
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There might be? I don't know. I've never spent this long marooned somewhere.