Ettie's mouth dropped open in surprise when she realized that people were planning on heading out into what looked like the dead of winter in barely anything at all. Everything about being aware and careful in the cold that had been drilled into her for her entire life came surging back, and she opened her mouth, her father's voice ringing in her head as the boy talked.
"You can't go out in that like this. It's winter," she added after he'd finished, with a conviction she hadn't felt since she'd woken up. "Hypothermia and frostbite can sneak up on you fast, and who knows if there's an actual doctor here if the happens." She chewed on her lip, hoping they no one got mad at her for speaking up like that, but it was better than letting them be dumb about it.
"We should look for clothes, like...uh...he said." She glanced apologetically at the boy. "Sorry, I don't remember your name." Looking back to the women by the door she continued. "We can use blankets if there aren't more coats. At least we know we have those, and I know that the ones on the one I woke up on seemed pretty thick. But you really need to keep your feet dry just as much as keeping them warm, so we should look for plastic bags or something too if you don't have shoes, or if the ones you have aren't waterproof. There are better ways to keep them insulated other than just socks. Maybe this place has a cafeteria or something with storage bags."
She finally let go of the railing, as if her little rant was the last thing she needed to feel brave enough to move, but didn't go very far. "Sorry, I just don't want anybody to get hurt or sick if we prevent it. You know?"