"Sure thing." Samus gave a little wave and watched her run off for warmer sanctuaries, then turned her attention back to the tiny, lumpy snowman with his gormless face and his three friends. The bounty hunter realized they would probably be gone tomorrow... either melted, covered under more snow, or accidentally stepped on.

Click.

With the image preserved in her phone's camera, and the experience preserved in her memory, Samus went back to her own business, not feeling a need to go indoors to feel warm.