Goldy wonders why she can't set up here. She has a clean shot at every single one of the enemies. However, she defers to Makita's strategic knowledge of the area and assumes the next location must have better vantage points. So the instructions are given a nod of understanding, and she follows along.

"Holy fuck, it's cold," she utters through teeth already gritted against the bitter wind. Suddenly Steph's mothering doesn't seem quite so annoying. She pulls out a chapstick and applies it liberally as she walks.