Samata arrived, eventually, with some blankets and pillows bundled up in her arms and stopped at the edge of the circle of firelight to take in everything Sven set up. She was back in her normal train clothes as well, finally free of the embarrassingly form hugging wetsuit.

The truth was she had never been camping in her life. She'd never really seen the appeal. But now after spending months stuck in the narrow confines of the train, she finally got it. She just needed some SPACE.

"Well, this looks cozy."