"All right," she said, taking his arm as they went--though she held on loosely, and wasn't about to cling, unless the sidewalks turned out to be much more slippery than she expected. "A cab is probably better than me, trying to teleport us, and winding up in a walk-in freezer."
She laughed. "I never told you I spent half my life in Canada, did I? I'm used to all kinds of weather."