Whenever Clara’s gut said to wait, she did, assuming some detector was in closer proximity. Then when she felt safe again, she assumed the scan had passed and resumed pushing forward through the snow, checking the compass occasionally to verify her location and direction. Just a little further in this snow, just a little further before she rounded the corner and was beneath the outcropping, hidden from view from above.

She pushed the pain and cold away, willing herself to not feel them, and just kept pushing forward. Finally the snow above her grew darker as she rounded the corner.