She was certainly not immune to the cold; she would have to remember to wear her winter jacket when she started working here. She tilted her head at him as his hand embraced hers, a gesture that was almost bird-like in its sharpness, and her smile widened at his response. She could tell he was not human... there was something that was too refined and fluid in his movements. "Ah. I am a little out of practice in my playing. I'd better sharpen up for when we open again, hm?"
A slow nod was offered, her grin fading to a sympathetic pout. "I heard. I'm sorry, such a terrible thing. I hope it isn't too uncouthe of me to be here, the quiet was a bit unsettling out there. I thought some music might help." She released his hand to rub her palms against her upper arms in an attempt to instill some warmth into them. "I'm not sure what the Ice Garden is, but it sounds enchanting. And not very much warmer than the Ice Symphony."