There's a familiarity in his tone that earns a pointed arch of her brow, thinking of the last time she'd permitted anyone to call her Pegs, but luckily, he fixes that before she can smack him hard enough to say 'Howard Stark doesn't get away with that and neither will you'. The sleeve of his shirt will have to wait, but she picks up the things she's brought with her, using them above their heads to try and protect them from the hail as much as possible while gesturing to the path.

"Come on, with me," she says, a barked order as old habits come home to roost. When he might seem to linger, she gives him a sharp prod in the side, directing him to the house she shares with Stella. Normally, she takes people to the Inn, but she has the feeling that their conversation is not going to be the kind that you want to have with prying ears around.