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"So," Hannibal said, "last week we discussed heat exhaustion. This week, perhaps slightly more topical at the moment, we will discuss its opposite - hypothermia. Just as human beings have a problem functioning when too hot, they also have difficulties when it is too cold. Some of the symptoms are even the same."

He demonstrated through the usual method of a fake Frederick Chilton. "Shivering initially, and a lack of it at lower body temperatures. Slurred speech or mumbling and a general lack of coordination. Slow, shallow breathing and weak pulse. Drowsiness and low energy. Confusion and memory loss, or even loss of consciousness.

"To treat it, move them out of the cold. Inside, if possible. If not, protect them from the wind and the cold ground. Remove any wet clothing, and replace it with something dry and warm. After that, warm them gradually - do not attempt to warm them too quickly, by placing them in an overheated room or hot bath, as this can cause further problems. Use warm, dry compresses or blankets. Offer them warm drinks - sweet ones are good, as are things like broth, but stay away from alcohol. Warm their core - their chest, groin, head - rather than their extremities."

And stay away from cigarettes, but if somebody smoked, that was their own lookout.

He waved them at the snowy post-avalanche venue on the other side of the shop. "Find your victims, rescue them, and treat them until help arrives."

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"You never know what resources you may have at your disposal." Hannibal waved at the scenario around them. "Take a look around. Now and should you need to use these skills in future."

Peridot nodded as she looked around.

"So I just... put them on the blanket and drag them...?"

She wasn't strong like other Gems. She was skeptical of her ability to pull people that way.

"Essentially, yes," Hannibal said. "It can make it easier to gain proper leverage."

Peridot gave that a few more moments of careful consideration, and then she nodded.

"I suppose it can," she allowed. And then tilted her head, turned, and ran to go rummaging through whatever might have been ripped apart by the avalanche. A few minutes later, she returned with a blanket, and an armload of ski poles, which she laid down on the ground and then draped the blanket over the top of. That whole ordeal was followed by a little snicker, clearly a satisfied one, and then she was helping one spectacularly uncoordinated human being lay down across the poles. Not the most comfortable solution, but-- "Yes!"

She threw her arms in the air, and the ski poles...

Did nothing.

...

She did it again. And then she scowled. Of course hard-light that was pretending to be metal wouldn't respond to her powers.

"Stupid simulators."

Hannibal chuckled. "Not all poles are metal these days, either, and many are only partially. As useful and creative as that solution may be, you might have to find another in any event."

Peridot grumbled to herself, and then made her way over to kick the handle end of a pole that was sticking out from under the blanket. Mostly because she was spiteful that way.

And then she grabbed the end of the blanket and started to pull, still muttering as she did so. "Next time-- nngh-- I'm going to-- nhnn-- put them on a-- nrrgh -- garbage can lid."

See how well that worked.

Probably better than this was.

Hannibal hid another chuckle. "That might work." If the lid weren't plastic.

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