Unlike his fellow Agent, Maine doesn't like the cold. Never has. Blame it on his upbringing, mere personal preference, or — given where and how he eventually meets his end — some twisted joke of fate. Whatever the reason, he's never enjoyed being out in the snow, much less playing in it. Sure, it's pretty enough to look at, but doing so while nice and warm somewhere inside has always been Maine's preference.

So, when he sees that someone has taken the time to build a two-story fort out of frozen water, he's both impressed and bemused. Impressed, because he can recognize the skill required to create such a thing. Bemused, because why the fuck would anyone want to spend so much time in snow?

The massive Freelancer eyes the structure from a slight distance until curiosity drives him closer. He knows that snow can be an insulator; maybe someone has decided to make their own residence instead of claiming a house. Though why anyone would want to do that, he can't imagine.

Does he look too serious, Agent Florida? Is it worth the risk of starting a full-on snowball fight with Agent Maine?