She turns them towards the direction of the inn and begins walking slowly. The weather wasn't great, but it was a lot better than it had been. Despite living in a city where it happened, Claire didn't care much for snow, ice and the cold.

"Just over six months now. But it feels like years." Claire huffs incredulously. She doubts she's the only one who feels it and wonders how Jax has dealt with it being there for a year.

She turns her head to look at him. "How come? Wait, it's the weather, isn't it?" Claire smirks.

Damn rights she's going to poke some fun at the beach boy waist deep in the snow.