Her hands were frozen. She’d been able to find suitable gloves but eventually they impeded with motor function which meant Rorie preferred to try and go without them. Fingerless gloves were an option, but that still meant her fingertips felt like icicles. The boy who had approached her seemed nice enough. He didn’t seem to be laughing at her, nor did he put off any airs that he was doing her a favor in giving her some advice.

So Rorie gave a sniff - it was cold, which made her nose runny, not that she was that upset - and sighed. Another white cloud expanded in front of her and she nodded. “I suppose a few pointers couldn’t hurt, could it?” She asked rhetorically before sticking her hand out to the boy. “I’m Rorie.”