"If you wanted a ride you could have just asked," she says, checking the bag to make sure he didn't eat all of the food. None of it. Well then. She breaks off a piece of jerky as she walks over to him and holds it down so he can reach it, looking around at their options.

One of the pathways has sealed itself up, and she's not interested in fighting it. No guarantee it would have led where they wanted to go, anyway, and the way back to the rest of the group is still an unmoving wall of ice.

"That path looks like it's headed in the right direction, so I say we take this one," she says, nodding her head at a hallway off to the side that takes a sharp turn about twenty feet down.