A pause precedes their response. Almost thoughtful. But not quite.
“...There is no AC.” It’s spoken as if it’s obvious, like it was something Shadow should have already known. The electricity struggled to remain on at the best of times. Air-conditioning was a luxury this base simply did not have. With their own cooling system, the humidity within the base went unnoticed by them for the most part. However, if one were to put a hand upon their form, they’d find the metal to be rather warm.
Arms crossed upon their chest, before shrugging. “Just leave the door open.” Not that that would help ventilate the place any better, given how the atmosphere in the rainforests that surrounded the Mystic Ruins was around this time of year. “Or get a fan.” That suggestion is spoken more light-heartedly, an awkward half-joke, if you will.
“I suppose you’re no fan of the summer, either.”











