As she reaches out, Laura feels an intense chill run through her veins: the air around the girl is absolutely frigid. Yet the sensation lasts for only a second, for as the woman's hand brushes against Jacquelyn's shoulder the radiant chill vanishes instantly, temperature equalizing once more. At the same moment, almost instinctively, the girl's hand lashes out, knocking Laura's hand from her shoulder.
Jacquelyn jerks upright, her red-rimmed eyes widening in wonder and shock at the sight of a new face.
"W-what did you call me?"
Her voice is a low, rich alto, yet her words are quiet and breathy, as if she was not used to speech...