[Very cold, but Sameen isn't bothered. It had been an adjustment when they'd moved from the base in Qatar back to America, but it's been long enough since then - almost two years - that snow and windchill and freezing temperatures are old hat to her now. She tromps through the snow in her boots, gloved hands stuffed into her coat pockets for extra warmth - and as she'd suspected, the turtle kid isn't hard to spot. She jogs to meet him, and when she gets there, she asks by way of greeting:]
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What's your name?