[And she does follow, as if guided by a string, her mind on a hundred different things and still a little awestruck from the previous moment. The garage is suddenly warm, the heat enveloping her as she steps inside, and it takes that sharp contrast in temperature to shake her back to her senses.]

I don't...er, mind it much, though. [She shrugs a little, even as she shakes some snowflakes from where they collected inside her hood.] Winter is nice, in its own way. I'm sure it's much more difficult to arrive here in the winter, though, because of the weather. I was lucky to come in the summer, and it was a fortunate thing, too, since I fell in the fountain and ended up soaked through, besides.