Just because there was a diagnosis, didn't mean that there'd be a cure. Hello, hemorrhagic fever. And Cutty was interested in finding out the cause of this freak weather. True, the violent cold had brought with it some benefits. Having everyone there conveniently and neatly trapped created a sort of desperate situation and if one knew how to take advantage of that, one could make a fortune. But then, the violent cold. Cutty was not a fan.

A polar vortex was what the lanky Professor Flamsteed had called it the last Cutty had asked him about it. But then he'd confessed to not being any sort of weather expert. Still, he was the most qualified person available on staff to give them answers. Though, he tended to work alone, Cutty thought it would be a good idea to go hypothesis shopping here amongst the minds of others. He could always further develop it later.