There's enough snow for as many snowmen you can think of. [Some of the gruffness smooths out of her voice, replaced by something warm and affectionate. She's unsurprised that instead of her warnings, the idea of snowmen would be what captured Vanille's attention, but she can't bring herself to be bothered by it. With all they'd gone through as of late, helping Vanille build a snowman was the least she could do.]

Friends, huh. [She makes a note to keep tabs — Vanille made friends wherever she went, but not everyone on the base was friendly.] A lot of them remember us. Said we've been here before...I remember one time, at least. [A pause, and she adds, a little softer:] You've passed through a few times. Sorry I wasn't up there to meet you this time.