"What's wrong?" Gray's expression also turned serious.
"Look at the sky." Phoebe lifted her chin, "A blizzard is coming."
Gray looked up, gazing out the window, only to see that the once clear sky was rapidly gathering clouds.
Putting the wine glass on the table, Phoebe glanced sideways at the crew playing on the ice.
"Inform everyone to return to the ship immediately, try to turn off unnecessary electrical systems... lower the air conditioning temperature by five degrees!"
If a blizzard really hits, the rescue fleet would definitely be affected, and couldn't arrive at the expected time. The food and power system on board are limited, so they need to be well-planned for usage to prevent any mishaps.
Picking up on the danger in Phoebe's tone, Gray quickly turned and rushed downstairs to pass on the orders.
As it turned out, Phoebe's experience and predictions were correct.
The crew had just gotten back on board when the sky was already overcast, and soon it began to snow.
