She eyed the hand that was offered, briefly, before finally giving a nod. It took her a moment longer to shift back to English herself, but did so at last. "A hat?" She couldn't imagine why it would be important, but as the wind swirled a dusting of snow around them again, she shrugged a little.
"Where are we going?" A minute later, she slipped her bare hand into his, because that seemed to be what he was trying to have her do for appearances' sake, and the hardness beneath the glove gave her pause for a moment. His hand felt too hard to be flesh, and she'd only ever seen one person with an arm such as the one she envisioned now beneath his sleeve. Her fingers tightened a little, and she looked up at him, peering curiously through red strands, and switched back to Russian.