In the early hours of the morning the dead silence of the Karoo has long been broken by the clattering teeth of Guinevere, Kisara and Shakira felt the cold, but Guinevere was shaking uncontrollably.
"You okay Guinevere?" Shakira asked.
Guinevere had her eyes shut tightly, holding her shoulders with both hands "I'mm, fffine"
"You don't seem fine, you're quivering like a small dog"
Guinevere said nothing.
"How much body fat do you have Guinie?" Shakira asked making her squint through her eyelids.
"What... Does that, have to do, with anything?"
"Though we burn a lot of fat during our shifts our bodies still keep some fat for natural insulation against the cold... But you're so ripped I don't think you have an ounce of body fat on you" Shakira explained.
"That explains why she's shaking like that. It seems the mighty Guinevere has a weakness, and that's the cold" Kisara said "Wait, arent Sabertooth cats ice age animals?"
