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Alex had never seen snow before. For that matter, she'd never really even experienced cold weather before, at least not by most people's definition; there had been chilly evenings, days that seemed cooler than the rest, but she knew full well that it could have been much, much more than that. Having spent all her life in a climate so similar to

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Crews isn't one to forget a face, pretty much ever. He likes people, as a rule, or at least he tries, and he'd taken to Alex fairly quickly. Also on his way up to the Compound, a red beanie pulled over his head, he smiles as he sees the figure up ahead, jogging a little to catch up.

"Enjoying the holiday so far?"

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"It's snowing," Alex replied brightly, as if that said enough on its own. Given her cover story, she couldn't act like this was the first time she had ever seen it, but she was enjoying herself too much to really care. It was something that could be easily excused later, if need be. Remembering him as the guy who'd been carrying fruit to the Compound, she grinned as she looked at him, arms still half out to her sides. "Yeah, I am. Isn't this beautiful?"

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It was a small detail, one that Crews didn't care to point out considering the circumstances. Having been based in L.A., wonderment at snow was something that was easily understandable.

"It is lovely," he said, tilting his head back to look up at the sky. "We didn't get much of this in California." Or in prison, but that's a different barrel of fish.

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"We got snow," Alex explained, almost glad to be getting such a detail out of the way sooner rather than later, before she'd really have to try to cover her tracks. "But not like this, all... clean, and covering everything." Mostly, she was working off extrapolation, what she'd managed to learn about Portland weather, but for an area far more urban than Tabula Rasa, it seemed a safe bet. "I love it."

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Crews' smile changes a little as she talks about the snow, growing somehow a little more sentimental. (There's something nice about listening to people talking about things they're fond of.) "That's the way I felt about the sun," he says, cocking his head to one side. "The sun in L.A. Bright, you know? And warm. Definitely warm. Like oranges. It reminded me of oranges. Or oranges remind me of the sun. It could be both ... I think it's both."

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"I guess that would make sense," Alex said, with a laugh that was entirely good-natured. Neither analogy was one she had heard before, but he seemed to really like oranges, that much she had gathered from their first meeting, and she supposed there were stranger things to be enamored with. She happened to think fruit was pretty good, too, though she wouldn't have gone as far as that. "So, what, did you not get to see a lot of it? Or were you somewhere else before?"