Oh, I am. Freezing my ass off, I mean. [ She just sort of lets that hang in the air while she nonchalantly pops her half of the cookie into her mouth and then washes it down with a swig of her coffee. ] I figured if I was gonna just get over here on the train there wasn't any point in going back to the dorms and getting changed and then I was like "oh shit, these are arctic conditions actually" and here we are.

[ She tries to sound as cool and nonchalant as possible as she says all this, like she isn't doing a little side-to-side shuffle on the spot in a futile attempt to keep herself warm. It's what she deserves, really. ]

If I die, let my Valentine know. Just post it online somewhere and I'm sure the period of national mourning will tip her off eventually.