They don't have snow in the Capital Wasteland, but Ellen earned her way into the armory where the suit she's wearing had been kept for centuries by slugging through a training sim based on the Anchorage campaign of early 2077. She moves carefully through the snow near Ysalwen, peering through the mostly odorless mess in search of the faint glow of orange that means 'a human was here'.

"At least nobody's shooting at us," she mutters.