Cold as balls is right. Lalo hates it. He misses warm Mexico. He's grateful everyday for his Lightbringer feat. He'd been really suffering before he got it.

But he can relate, too, to the ache for someone to talk to, the desire to connect in such a barren wasteland full of strange people. Some of them ancient, like something in a dusty history book he doesn't care about. Some of them are from worlds alien to his own.

She might be ancient too, but she's close enough to the kinds of people he knows to feel familiar.

He doesn't respond right away, just grins at her. Turns, aims, and shoots.