He sat against the shelves, wrapping himself up in another pair of tablecloths, his rifle laying on the floor beside him. It wasn't much, but it was better than standing around freezing. It kept him from losing heat at the very least.

He had his phone out again by the time Jordan made it to the door. He fumbled it when her kicking startled him. He stared for a minute, just watching, not sure if he should say anything. He didn't want her to turn that on him...

He quietly picked his phone up again and, after a second, decided to try Nadir. They really needed to get out of here if Jordan was cracking already.