"I assume snow and ice are like sand and shift a great deal too." Not that. He's familiar with trying to trudge through snow and ice towards a fixed point or anything. But he still gives Garth'zel a little look that all but screams 'don't you DARE'. "But I'd assume something is left?"

Anakin watches, taking his saber in his left hand and motions with the butt end of the hilt - he might be right handed but was trained to be ambidextrous with his saber - injury only honed that training. "I'll go left."