Contrary to the attitude most other people Lydia knows have about it, Lydia's excited. She's never seen any real accumulation of snow before in real life and she can't wait to get home and promptly freeze her ass off to make snowmen and snow angels in the backyard and then curl up in front of the fire with hot cocoa like they do in the movies.
She's driving like a snail when she turns onto her street and it takes about a minute and a half to get four houses down the road to turn into her driveway. It isn't lost on her that there seems to be a car broken down right in front of it, but it doesn't occur to her until she's unloading her trunk with supplies so that she can stay home for the week and still survive, that there's also a person.
"...are you okay? Is it kaput?" she asks, pulling bag after bag out of her trunk as she looks over her shoulder at him. "Do you need to call for a cab or a tow truck or something?"