The thin, clinging fabric of her dress wasn't enough to stop even a breeze, and by the time the diner came into sight, she was shivering hard enough for her teeth to chatter. "Good plan. I'm dying for a cup of coffee right now." So Isobel made a beeline towards the diner with Trenton at her side, and the warmth that greeted them when they entered was like walking into heaven's arms. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, Isobel led the way to a table in the back corner, taking a seat and blowing into her hands to get some life back into them.
"We can ask if there are some rooms around here. Just something for the night until we can figure everything out," she said through chattering teeth, still rubbing her hands together as a waitress approached. Isobel ordered a cup of coffee, inclining her head towards Trenton since she didn't have a clue what he'd want.