Truth be told, Tasiya was experiencing a kind of looming fear she was not remotely used to or equipped to deal with. And yes, the concept of running outside in the dead of winter wearing next to nothing had to do with exactly that. So, she took the girl she decided to call Killer's socks with a murmured 'thanks' and sat down to put them on.
Tyra suggested there might be better options within the swanky Playboy Mansion he thought this place might be, which was just as well, but then the youngest girl legitimately protested their decision to go outside. That gave Tasiya some pause. She made sense.
"Tyra. It's what I've been calling him in my head." Tasiya murmured with a smirk when the girl said she didn't remember his name. These two black girls seemed to have the right idea for many reasons, she had to admit. "Now that I think about it, the squinty guy walked right out of here like an idiot and I think it's safe to say whatever he does we should do the opposite, so I guess I'll go do that. Since I'm already down here I can look, you know, down here."
At that, Tasiya eyed Killer and wagged one sock in front of her. "You want these back, or...?"