Jackson immediately noticed that the Colenel was injured, just by the way she moved her body out of the snow. She noted that she probably had fractured ribs, which wouldn't be good on the journey ahead of them. Both Agravran and Jackson had no idea where they were, and the town Jackson had remembered wasn't in sight, so either they were really lost, or the town was buried beneath the snow. He hoped the battalion hadn't gone there. He wanted to mention the town he had seen earlier, but that had been the reason they were lost on this mountain, or wherever they were. Guilt swelled up inside his body, it was his fault they were here right now, and if anything happened to the battalion, it would be on him too. He took a deep breath, before Agravrans words pulled his from his trance. He wouldn't meet her eyes, as the guilt pulled his deeper. The colonel seemed to have lost her bag in the snowstorm, and whatever was in his pack was what they would have for the whole trip. He opened the bag and began to list the things out, "I have the canteen of water," He started, pointing to the canteen she held, "A hunting knife, extra food rations, vitamins, and extra pair of clothes, my heavy duty army blanket, some rope, and metal wires." He closed the bag as he finished the list, and it dawned with him that both he and the colenel would probably die out here in this barren wildness. He looked back up to the colenel and asked, "So what do we do now?"