Kiki lit her cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke, then waved a hand airily in response to Lena's question. "Who knows how long I'll fucking last here but I was just desperate to get out of London." She doesn't look at Lena then but pretends to peer down the street; she's undecided if it's exciting or pitiable that she no longer has a fiance.
After another two puffs on her cigarette, Kiki returned her attention to Lena and asked, a bit peevish: "Isn't there a doorman? It's really fucking cold today." She hadn't a clue what the weather was going to be in New York, but even if someone had told her, she would have still dressed the way she wanted; in this case, her dress (Tufi Duek, chiffon, $770) and heels (Roger Vivier, black patent leather peep toes, $795). The scarf (Magaschoni, cashmere, $345) she wore for artistic effect was warm enough for the plane, but did nothing against the cold, cloudy chill.