"Morning." The sudden greeting from the solider made Cyan flinch, caught off guard and almost dropping his newly swiped orange. It felt like he just got caught red-handed, taking from Art's basket silently, planning to just scamper off unnoticed afterward. Or maybe it would be orange-handed? Either way, it put a serious kink in his plan, though, Nate didn't seem very much interested beyond the basic greeting.
Even if that was how he felt, being rude was never an option. Cyan solemnly nodded in return to Nate, though the solider had already turned his attention to his stretches. Saving him from the ever awkward 'Unrecognized Gesture' was Art, turning around to give him a hug, which was returned with a bit less vigor than herself, and a bright smile, "Welcome to the party." Unlike Nate, Cyan felt really comfortable around Art, often chatting about games and movies with her and Raz in their free time, so he had no problem returning the smile earnestly. He moved back a bit to make space, feeling a bit cramped, and leaning against the door of one of the cars in their makeshift protection ring. He moved his attention to the task of ripping open that orange with frosted fingers, half wondering if it would be frowned upon to stab it with his pencil for some assistance."So- How'd you boys sleep."
Awful. He hadn't slept a wink thanks to the chatterbox that was Minnie, and all the things that happened to go bump in the night, but he wasn't about to say that. Or... Write that? Motion? Whatever, technicalities. Either way, not needing to bitch and moan, he nodded enthusiastically, as if to say he slept very well, before Cyan, having peeled most of his orange, wasted no time to start popping segments into his mouth, wincing a bit as he swallowed at the bitter-sweet taste. The citrus kind of burned his throat in an unpleasant way, but it tasted so good. He continued. Polishing it off, he plunged his hands back into his pockets, his fingers brushing over his notebook, having lost all feeling in them prior. Looking down at his feet, he started mentally willing them to be warm. This would be the time he would kill to be a Jedi, using The Force to create some kind of warming friction. Or... Maybe being a superhero would be better. Lamer heroes like The Human Torch and The Flash were looking pretty sweet right about now to be honest.
Cyan looked up from his feet only when Chloe approached, joining the little sub-group of survivors in their morning get-together. Morning, guys. Sorry if I'm interrupting. How are you guys?" A smile and slight nod was all he could muster in his half-frozen state. He probably would have written something down by now, maybe making some attempt to speak with them, a 'Hello' or 'No, you're not interrupting.', but his fingers were frozen, and, to be completely honest here, he was a tad lazy when it came down to it. So, silent he stayed.