He kept his broadcast on audio for the sake of power consumption, aside from the video Suzaku sent him. He frowned. "That is a fire waiting to happen," he replied. Even if his computer went out, he expected he'd smell the distinct scent of an electrical fire before it was too late. This would be an embarrassing way for an Emperor to die, knelt before the might of a blizzard. But that was simply not going to happen.

His small frame meant he didn't have a lot of meat on him to keep the cold out. Sure he tended toward wearing a lot of layers of his Imperial garb, but he'd left most of them behind in the hangar. He was not looking forward to the evacuation to Suzaku's cockpit if it proved necessary. It was rather close in there. But that would be more and more likely as time went on.