"So we're not dead," Mari pulls her knees into her chest, wishing she'd thought to bring her backpack with her. It'd be nice to have a change of clothes. Or even the cheese sandwiches she'd packed earlier. Goddamn, she's hungry.

"If we see a polar bear I might just jump on it and try to bite it to death. I'm starved."

Her shoulders crack when she rotates them, her neck making a noise as she stretches it. "We're going to have to make a distress beacon, if you can't get a signal," she points out listlessly. If he's got his phone out, the only reason she can think for why he's not calling emergency services is because he can't get a signal.