She smiled wider, but she didn't come inside. Inside would mean removal of coat and scarf and, subsequently, mittens. "I ain't got much time," she said, but she let her gaze travel over his clothes as she said it.
It was different, how he looked now. More dangerous, even in the relaxed clothing. "What were you listening to?" she asked, curious about the Nashville lilt. She didn't take him for a listener of country music, and she peered inside a little, past him, curiously.