[ The video is focused on a wooded area at the edge of a park, somewhere in De Chima. There's about two inches of snow on the ground, and some light flurries are drifting through the air. Wolf herself isn't visible in the video, but her furry blue cloak waves in the breeze at the edge of the frame, and after a moment or two, her voice pipes up: ]
... What's this white stuff supposed to be? We don't have it back home.
[ Sometimes you grow up in post-apocalyptic LA, and nobody tells you that snow exists. ]
... What's this white stuff supposed to be? We don't have it back home.
[ Sometimes you grow up in post-apocalyptic LA, and nobody tells you that snow exists. ]