South is in her provided gear. Which means she's wearing all the cotton things possible, scrubs, long johns, overalls as silly as they look, and the peacoat. It's not warm, but it's not terrible. She's Russian- she's made for the cold and grinning at the snowy environment. Her grin grows as she sees a familiar face- freezing to death it looks, but she can't deny who she's looking at.

"Hey Rook, why so blue?" She calls out, though he's not so much a rookie anymore, then does a halfassed throw of a snowball his direction, "Were you trying to fly a second ago? Didn't seem to go so well."