[??? | Antarctic | Several Hours]
"Gah…!"
Hundreds of meters from the area of conflict, Noah gasped out for air as his body was finally able to move again, holding his throat as sweat left his pores from the intense encounter.
"...I'm alive…" He remarked.
Standing in front of him with a small smile was the azure-haired companion of his, "Thanks to me, of course."
"Yeah…thanks," Noah said, returning to his feet, "Still, why'd you show up?"
Leaning against a pile of solid snow, Yukio retrieved a small badge from his pocket, tossing it over to Noah, who caught it.
It was a tiny retriever, only made to relay signals, which led Noah to be perplexed by what its meaning was to his question before realizing.
"...Asiimov's distress signal," Noah deduced.
