"The Golden-Agers built us to handle hostile environments. And even if they hadn't, that's what waterproofed clothes are for." Blaze raps her chestplate, though her gaze is fixed ahead. She's eager to sight their destination - for Steve to see it for the first time, above all. They're deep into the clouds now, lightning flashing around them and jolts of rumbling turbulence under the little ship. "Ghosts don't seem to mind, either."

"Well, I don't enjoy the cold and wet, but I'm happy to say it doesn't harm me. The Traveler needed us to function in any place a potential Guardian could be found."

"It can get kinda chilly up on the wall this time of year," Blaze notes. She does glance back at Steve, there. "Reckon you'll be warm enough? We can find you some extra gear anyway, that won't be a problem."