Molly let him have his way with her, helping in removal of her shirt. The air was blistering cold, a contrast to how warm she felt. As always voices whispered just in her ear, but she pushed them aside. The dead plonkers, the one with enough mind left to know what they were seeing could sit back and enjoy the bloody show, she wasn't going to be answering them any time soon.
"Hope yer plannin' on keepin' me warm," Molly said, moving close as she could without impeding his hands getting rid of such restrictive clothing.