...Now that was something.
Commandant... the rapid-reaction channel is up ahead.
...Oh!
Everyone turns to stare in the direction of the mountain after Liv's sudden cry.
At the foot of the mountain, the snowmobile, so conspicuous in the endless whiteness, is speeding off, sending a huge blast of snow flying.
Hey, ya got off yerself.
Why did he leave? We haven't paid yet.
...All our supplies are still on the snowmobile.
...
I told you we can't trust him! And yet you walked right into his trap!
Clark shakes his hand, trying to make the youth stop.
What's the point!