"Well none of that sounds like much of anything to me," Dolores speaks up, her folksy drawl heavier than most here, but not too out of place among these accents. She has her arms crossed over her middle and a frown on her face. Her dress is perhaps among the heaviest clothing here, but that's not saying much, it certainly didn't help with the climb up out of the crevasse.

"I reckon we might want to pay more mind to the ice and snow, and to signalling for some folk to come rescue us before we all die." She considers the small fire and gestures around the camp. The lack of food is pretty apparent...but the lack of flammable substances might not have been. "I can make smoke signals, but we ain't got much to burn at all."