Wow. Real mature. I'm surprised you could turn down the hormones long enough to understand needing to get inside for the night.

[And once again, she has to wonder how her luck has turned to see her stuck in here with him. Safe to say she'll be heading out early tomorrow because if she has to put up with this for anything longer than overnight, she's not sure she won't shove his face in the snow and leave him to die.

Well okay. She wouldn't actually do that. But it's still not a good idea for her to test that theory, she thinks.

For now, she busies herself with checking under the bed, looking in any dressers or other drawers or closets for any trace of something she can use.]