Only way through is to follow the fog
Surprised, too, to see someone else, Noah shifted his weight and almost stood. "Lena, hello." Noah breathed when recognition hit him. The fierce snow monster that followed her, and attempted to wriggle from her control, made the Sentinel's head cock to the side in a dog-like fashion as he settled himself back down to the posture he had chosen before. The grass swayed in the breeze around him and the purple flowers scattered throughout the green danced as if greeting the caretaker all on their own.
"I like plants." He said with a small smile forming on his lips. He didn't feel the need to get up, but instead motioned next to him for Lena to sit if she wanted to. "Before the war there wasn't much green in Halo except in the greenhouse, and I learned to cherish that."
