Mildmay shook his head a short side to side. "You tell me. Look around. Think about how far you'll have to go to get to it. How much of you can hide behind it. How easy it'll be to keep an eye on your target. How easily it'll be to move out of."

There was one of those long chairs from the pool that had been dragged out by somebody. A low trench somebody'd dug in the snow. Another place where snow'd drifted into a deeper pile. All scattered around, and none of 'em too close, but none of 'em as far as the poolside bar or any of the buildings neither. All those he'd picked up in a glance even before he'd spoken to Annie in the first place, but he was hoping she never needed to look at the world the same as he did.