What’s that, Doctor? Can’t take a little snowball fight? <sub>( and yes, she may be laughing a little. she grew up in england, and snowy seasons are old hat for her. she lets him guide her into the bar, immediately cupping her hands and blowing into them, trying to warm herself up. she takes in their surroundings with a perfunctory but assessing gaze—a bar. alright, she can work with that.

she smiles at him, a little wryly. )</sub> If that’s your way of saying you’d like to buy me a drink to make up for it, I won’t decline.