"It's cold." Cobb's tone was as dry as the Dune Sea.

It was cold. Colder than a Tatooine night and those were bitter and sharp compared to the burning heat of the day. There was also snow which was a completely foreign experience. He had ideas about water, snow, and ice but he'd never interacted with them before.

"It seems like a quiet place with a few dangers," he says more seriously as he scans the horizon. "Don't trust the surface. You never know what's buried under the sand."

He kicked a bit of snow. "Or in this case, the earth."