She scowled at her brother as he answered her. "The fire needs to get bigger. It's barely doing anything! It's freezing in here Steve!" She didn't mean to be short with her brother but she was pretty miserable with how cold she felt.

She felt marginally bad that she wasn't helping around the house. Steve had been busy gathering supplies and making sure that they could weather the storm with firewood, water and food and Mary had been spending most of the time complaining. Steve was right that she could be doing more around the house but she wasn't going to admit to it.

She glanced at her brother, returning his glare. "If you haven't noticed Steve, not everyone is a SEAL who can function in any kind of weather! And while I'm dying of hypothermia, you're more worried about chores!" She was being dramatic. "I'm tropical! There is a reason why I haven't left L.A.! It's so I don't have to deal with this crappy weather!" She eyed another log, contemplating tossing it onto the fire. What if this storm never let up? What if they were trapped in the house until spring? What if spring never came?

"This weather will pass right? It can't stay this cold forever?" Mary was trying hard not to panic at the idea of having to deal with the cold for the time that they were stuck here.