He's on his way back to the house when he sees her, a small figure huddled there, all hunched over. Even so, if it weren't for the question, Eduardo doubts he would have thought too much of it. Instead, that small voice cutting through the cold night air brings him to a stop, brow raising. It's been too long, but it's still familiar, and while that might not mean much of anything around here, it seems worth a shot even so. He couldn't just leave her here.

"Nina?" he asks quietly. "Is that you?"