"All right. Pity company," Jaime replied with a quiet laugh. "The winters here ... yeah. We definitely get snow. It doesn't usually start in August, but with all these people falling in from other worlds ..." She shrugged. "Guess anything can happen. We assume it was one of them, anyway, because other places don't seem to be having freak weather."
She paused. "Never? Did you live in California?" She grinned and then wondered if maybe he'd lived in another world entirely. It wasn't impossible, these days, but some people were more open to admitting their lack of nativeness than others.
"I'm Jaime," she introduced herself. "I live up in Westchester. The north end of the cage," she explained. Native or non, he'd probably know about being trapped here. The fact that most people just accepted it was ... well, part of this place's charm.