Jok was looking out across the empty plains when he noticed clouds forming up on high. Normally he wouldn’t pay attention to something as mundane as the weather, but quite quickly he noticed that the sudden storm approaching was no natural phenomenon. He swore inwardly at his luck, starting to reconsider his earlier elation at being picked for this mission, not only were physics fucked in this strange world but now the weather was all done in as well.

The hail fell with purpose, driving the air to freezing temperature and Jok settled down beneath the shrubbery and the trees to plan his next move. Covered as he was completely in tactical gear he was uniquely protected from the effects of the cold, and the dense coverage above him was more than capable of keeping the hail from bashing against his body. Though he had no reason to consider it his race was particularly resilient to any extremes of temperature and as those things went this storm wasn’t even that bad. Without a piercing wind he was fairly well insulated from the effects of the cold and saw no reason to move immediately.

His armoured exo-skeleton was naturally resistant to the cold and would further protect him from losing heat so he judged he could easily last out in the hail storm for about half an hour, at which point he may seek shelter in a cave like the one he had entered from. With little else to do he kept peering out into the teeth of the storm and waited for it to pass, wondering if the threat would be so well protected from what he thought was a natural by-product of a strange world.