"Bodhum's a seaside town. Kept warm year-round for the tourists... Well. I'll keep the blanket in mind," she replies, entirely serious. Little do they know, in just over a week, she'll be standing in a pokey little cottage shop at the base of Ciyesia and remembering this moment as she trades monster parts for just that.

But for now, she waves off the concern. They're almost at the kitchen car, and she's relieved to see that it's currently empty. "You think talking about it would help?"

Talking's fairly hit-and-miss as far as she's concerned; she won't be particularly disappointed if the answer is a no. Still, she'd feel the concerted glares of at least six different people across the universe if she didn't offer.