Redhawk Caldera frostpunk

Bewildered, he looked around, only to find himself in some sorta shallow den. It was warm enough, but the unfamiliarity initially frightened him, after coming out of his violence-filled dream. He didn't even remember precisely where in the territory Bronco had lead him the other day. Charles looked around to find that he was alone and when he popped his head out of the den's mouth he heard a familiar voice.

This time she didn't shout at him, but just asked if he was alright. She stood about five meters ahead of him in the snow and glanced weirdly in his general direction, a little off. Maybe she hadn't noticed him yet..? He was the colour of dirt and snow, after all.

Uh, yeah, Charles answered numbly. Then, as he got a moment to register reality, he blinked and queried, Hey wait, what are you doing here? The question came out a bit more accusatory than he had intended. It was strange that she was here, though. Why wasn't she... Wherever the hell she'd run off to? Was it really this close by? How many more of his few friends were secretly hiding in this weird crater mountain place?!