Just as she felt a strong wind that clashed against her face, indicating the weather was about to get even lousier, the door in front of her opened, and she saw the Doctor's figure in front of her. For a few seconds she stood there and examined him from head to toe while clunching at the strap of her bag. Afterwards she gave him a nod, and forced a small smile on her frozenly stiff face. It was supposed to show some level of self-assurance, but it turned out just the opposite, dying down right away. Unshouldering her bag, she quickly gave it to him albeit reluctantly. In the meantime, she stepped into the warm house, to flee from the cold she was so weary of. Tombstone ... it sounded almost ghoulish to her, and she didn't really want to know who or what exactly was buried here either. It didn't make her mind any more serene.
"It's nice to see you in person finally, Mr. Holliday," she meant absent-mindedly, as though she merely recited some verse she had committed to memory. Her voice sounded hoarse and more or less colourless. The room she had stepped in felt almost broiling in comparison to the harsh cold outside. That he instantly reached for her coat she was thankful for, as it was far too thick. Beneath it she wore a simple, just as thick black pullover. At his offer she shook her head and looked at him. "Thanks, but no thanks, I don't feel hungry or thirsty right now," she gave back, lacking any expressions. After a second of rethinking though, she added: "But when I consider it ... maybe I am thirsty. I could really use a cup of coffee, I guess. Black one, please. That would be nice." Her limbs looked stiff, both because the weather had frozen them and because she was anything but relaxed. Somehow, she really just wanted to get to "it", and most importantly get over "it" as quickly as possible. Whatever "it" meant.
She let herself get carried away a little though, and started some smalltalk to ease the situation for her through some distraction. "You've got it pretty cozy here," she stated, looking around with her arms akimbo. Somehow the smalltalk didn't want to take off, she felt, so she gave up on it and turned around to face the man again. Why was he already saying sorry for potentially being impolite, she wondered.
