Baby it was cold outside. And here was Conan. He was wearing a hat, scarf, robes, hood, gloves, and definitely a thermal vest under his uniform. He wasn't getting cold at all. He wasn't used to it. It would probably kill him, given half the chance.

He pulled his scarf up over his nose, as it drifted down. Oh no, the frostbite! Those few seconds may have started off the frostbite procedure.

He shuffled onto the ship, his arms folded to his chest. He peered over his scarf to see if he knew anyone. He spotted Treyen and Ellie. And....Sierra. He shuffled up to them. "Um hi guys," he called, muffled by his scarf.