SuanThe light spreading from the round window of the fermentation vat dome dyes the snow-covered railing orange.
Suan pulls her scarf up to her chin and brushes the frost off the connection port with her gloved hand.
You're the new residents here, right? The pipe isn't connected yet because you haven't joined the syndicate. It's going to be cold tonight.
Holding the connection ring in one hand, she reaches out with the other.
Give me your hand first. Just because your hands are cold doesn't mean you have to endure it. Should we connect the pipe first, or would you rather go to the distribution room for a cup of tea first?