Pixie simply nodded her head as they started walking back inside the building. The coat was a nice gesture and it definitely made her feel warmer. She padded her way to the room she used as her own, trying to walk on her tip-toes to keep her whole foot from freezing. The trashcan fire was still burning in the room, and Pixie handed Niro back his coat, as she went about grabbing her things.
She put on her two pairs of socks, laced up her heavy duty boots and grabbed her thong from the floor. She took her hair down and vigorously ran a brush through it to get the bigger tangles out. She then took a washcloth from her bag and wiped around her eyes to clean up any running make-up. She didn't have a mirror, something she had been meaning to place in her 'room' there, so she couldn't clean up her wounds yet. She pulled her coat correctly around her and the cold was finally dissipating from her body.
"Okay," Pixie started, her bag on her arm and putting a lid over the trashcan fire, "Let's hope my kids are asleep and don't see me looking like shit. Oh, and get my jaw and head looked at, of course." and hopefully not pass the fuck out on the walk back home