"The snow's gone," Derek agreed. "So, I guess the witches aren't entirely useless. Or maybe it was supposed to last a week. Who knows." He shrugged and took another sip, leaning back against the desk. "So while, yes, it's sunny...have you ever been in the Rockies during a thaw?" He snorted, eyes roaming up and down her body again. "The ground's going to be wet and muddy until it can soak up all the rest of the snow, which means mudslides, as well as probably quicksand, or the equivalent. It's treacherous out there, even for those of us with reflexes beyond a human's."