If one thing is certain, that is definitely that Arcee wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the fact that her shit was stolen. At least that's what she believed happened, what else could it be? She would much rather be at her apartment right now, trying to get over her god awful cold.

As such, she's currently bundled up in an almost ridiculous way. Snow, ladies and gentleman, sucks and she's doing everything she can right now not to feel it. That includes a ridiculously thick coat, large boots, and ear muffs to keep the warm in. No one said she was an expert when it came to human fashion, friends. It shows.

In her arms is the smaller of her two Tapirmon, the little girl who is much more well behaved. Sprocket stands next to her, whining like an anxious puppy, wanting to play and eat and do normal winter time activities.

But no. There is no merriment here. Just one grown ass woman who would like her digi-dingle-whatsit so she can continue fighting please.