Ah, first snowfall. Years past Samus had spent days like this somewhere in the forest where she used to hide her gunship, scraping the snow off with an almost obsessive compulsive fervor.

But these days she had since acquired a better hiding spot for her space ship, one that kept it free from pesky snow. That didn't mean her motorcycle was free from a small, thin layer from just the time she had left it in the parking lot, however.

She wasn't terribly fond of the cold but armed with turtle necks and fluffy-lined jackets a light snow fall wasn't going to stop her from ensuring that her bike was completely snow-free anyway.