Jane puts one hand on her hips. "There's no way that's a real word," she says immediately. Great. So now she's lost in Norway or something with a spoiled brat from 1492. She really must be tripping.

She actually pinches herself. Ow! It hurts.

"Come on. Let's go see if we can find somebody." If this bitch wasn't a child, Jane would ditch her right now. But she can't just leave a kid out here by herself. Besides, if she's really a Norwegian princess or whatever, then she might know things Jane doesn't about how to survive in the tundra.