[Sapphire had expected cold...well, she had expected "cold", the kind of "cold" that someone born and raised on a perpetually balmy island would dream up while looking at picture of pleasantly snowy landscapes. Luckily, she had friends in Death City who were better educated on cold weather and convince her to wear something insulating. It wasn't really enough, but it took the worst of the sting off, and at least it was light enough that she could still move around in it.

She's crossing her arms, too...but for warmth, not image.]

A' 'cos I'm ready. Those nasty eggs ain't gonna know what hit 'em!

[She's already leaning forward, looking over the landscape. Those rocky slopes were no obstacle...and the cover of trees wasn't quite like what she was used to, but in a pinch it could work to give them recovery time...]

This's my first time fightin' somethin' like this, but even so, I won't let ya down!