He still had no shoes, but at least the ground here wasn't covered in snow. He only looked up when he had his clothes on. He was worried about what he'd find, honestly. Boyd had collapsed into tears.
Anya was a little better, though not by much. There was a reason why he didn't like changing in front of people. At least everyone in the jail cell had been distracted. He got to his feet, walking stiffly over. It was freezing, so cold that his thoughts felt sluggish, and he'd still be sore for a while yet.
He offered her a hand. She could be shocked inside - they'd both freeze if they didn't get into warmth, and soon. The only good thing that had happened in the last few minutes was discovering his wallet had somehow survived the journey. No one had taken it off him at the police station, probably because when they patted him down for weaponry he bit an officer on the arm.