"I hate winter," she said softly. Not to be contrary, for once, but just because it was true. She felt like she should offer some explanation. "It used to be fine. Cold, but alright, I guess. But after last year, being on the run, winter was the worst. We couldn't very well sleep outside when it was this cold, so it made my job a lot harder." Because worrying about finding enough food for her siblings hadn't been enough, she had to add shelter on top of it.
"I hear Italy is nice. Wouldn't mind going there." Ronnie's head was turned towards the window, looking out with a blank gaze.