Alright, everyone. Important question: who’s rocking the best style on this frozen wasteland?
I’m calling it now: it’s me. Cowboy hat, fur-lined jacket, boots older than Schism’s career. Absolute scenes. Let’s hear your takes.

Stephen, your hat looks like you stole it from a Wild West clearance sale.
Personally, I’m repping the "barely awake" aesthetic: thermal socks and coffee stains. Untouchable vibes.

Style? You’re all lucky I don’t start issuing uniforms. We’re researchers, not runway models.
Focus on the work, Stephen, not your boot collection.

Stephen’s boots aren’t old. They’re vintage.
Fashion is just another form of storytelling, isn’t it? What stories are your boots telling, Stephen? Or are you borrowing them from someone else’s tale?

layers on layers, that’s the real arctic look. if you’re not waddling like a penguin, you’re doing it wrong. also, stephen, your "drip" is just snow.

Listen, I can’t help that my natural charisma elevates everything I wear. Also, Bea, if storytelling is fashion, what’s the story with that necklace you always wear?

My necklace isn’t a story, Stephen. It’s a question. And some questions aren’t meant to be answered.
But if you like it so much, perhaps you’re the one meant to ask.

oh no. stephen’s about to go full indiana jones. someone stop him before he starts "trading" socks for it.

Alright, alright, chill. I’m just saying—it’s got that "forbidden artifact" vibe. If Bea ever gets tired of it, I’ll throw in my finest cowboy hat for a trade. Just saying.