wet snow sticks to my coat , my hair , and my eyelashes . 'it 's all in his genes , ' he yelled back . thats not a lot of meat , she said , looking over his shoulder at his strange , slanted writing . she 's the second one on board , you know . ' he shifts his weight and then sweeps his fingers through his hair , brushing it out of his eyes . 'oh , now i see them , ' he said . 