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one last quick swig seems to do the trick for her. she sets the bottle aside in favor of searching for her pipe. she finds it, but it seems her tobacco has gotten too damp to light. damn.

he may be closer to the mark than he thinks. everyone is unsettled by something, after all. she gives no indication to confirm his theory; merely takes another drink.

she makes a bit of a face in response. slowly, feeling is coming back to her hands. she’s warming up, at least. another crack of thunder; she glances out. “how irksome …”

she snorts lightly at his reply, eyes rolling. free hand reaches towards the flame, warming fingertips. “and you? aren’t you in a hurry to keep moving?”

“unfavorable situations?” she repeats, quiet laugh escaping as she raises her eyebrows at him. bottle is brought to her lips. the whiskey burns, but it’ll warm her up. “it’s not that. I just can’t stand the waiting.”

eyes follow him; briefly she wonders about vampirism and warmth. she pops the cork of the whiskey bottle. “nothing to do but wait it out, I suppose. though that is … dreadfully boring.”

“mm.” distant roar of thunder catches her attention. she reaches for a nearby bottle. “less of a problem, anyway.”

and settle near it she does. once she’s squeezed most of the water out of her hair, she moves closer to the flames, shrugging off sopping cloak. “nothing but more empty roads ahead.”