Anne chuckles, starting with her scarf and coat and gradually disrobing, folding the items and carefully stacking them on Foggy's pack. Her breath comes out in little dragon puffs, and she shivers slightly as the cool air hits exposed skin - but the thought of a warm soak is literally seconds away and she's smiling despite the chill.

"Just you and me, baby; I'll growl at anyone who gets too close."