[there is no way in hell Saya will walk. She looks up at the slopes and sighs, annoyed.]

We are going in blindly. We are nothing but cannon fodder, like this. [she isn't happy with the situation. It's very cold and they can't see much.] One step ahead will take us two steps back, we need something else.

[The genius eyes the lifts. No. Too unstable. If they stop in the middle of the journey ahead, it might be impossible to get off them due to height; worse, if they actually fall, they could get really hurt. She isn't about to risk it]