[ It doesn't bother her in the slightest to be totally disregarded. She makes a habit of being an asshole to people, she gets a lot of cold shoulders. She makes her way to stand next to him, kicks some snow off the ground of her chosen perch, and drops down into a seat on the edge when she's got it mostly bare. She even gets him a little while of silence to set up in, if he wants it.
But eventually: ] Think we're gonna find anything? That all looks pretty... empty.
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But eventually: ] Think we're gonna find anything? That all looks pretty... empty.