Title: clouds in my coffee
Fandom: Uncharted
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 185
Summary: Neither danger (dubious) nor discomfort (frequent) are exactly unfamiliar. Leaves a lot of time for pondering, though.

All things put together (transport included) there’s only really room for one person to sleep in the jeep, and even if the seat folded out (into where, exactly, Chloe's not going to ask) they are in an area that (Nadine insists) should be crawling with Asav’s men. Men, because Chloe is willing to wager one of Ross’s better MREs (landmine chicken, naturally, or spaghetti) they are the only women in this jungle. Not exactly an example of diverse hiring practices, Nadine’s past employment aside.

Altogether, then, it's for the best that all reference to Tetris (which is a wonderful game, but hard on the batteries) is avoided, one of them always stays up, and generally keeps an eye on the pitch black outside their little tarp. They can carry only so much fuel for the light, and, of course, there is no need to lighthouse their location. What with Asav being around and all. It'd only make surroundings more dark anyway.

Still, Chloe's got the sneaking suspicion that Nadine Ross cuddles. It's the way she curls up across the seats. Prime big spoon energy there.