The woman slipped on the ice and stumbled forward several steps before righting himself. She paused and breathed heavily through her rebreather for several seconds. The air was sharp with cold, just enough methane to be noticeable, and more oxygen than Earth normal. A ring of mist hung at the edge of the mountain, where the slope turned sharply upwards, into crags and cliffs. Luckily for her, warmth and home was closer than that. The woman adjusted the hood of her jacket again to cover her forehead better and continued forward, towards the misty foot of the mountain.
The two major moons hung low in the sky and one of the minor moons was rising behind the smaller moon. The natives had a whole myth cycle regarding moon rises. She couldn’t recall the local names for them right now. The exo-anthropology team would be pissed at her if she admitted that, but the briefing had been weeks ago.
In a few more feet, the lights for the base blinked into view through the mist. The woman hitched her sample case up and more snuggly against her right shoulder. That tumble last week had wrenched the left one fairly badly and she was looking forward to getting it looked at by a doctor. Just a few hundred meters more until the base, handing off her samples to the botany team, and then down the tunnel into the heart of the mountain and their city-ship.