Lee stares at Michael for what feels like a long time, like she's not sure what that means. The idea of being snowed in anywhere makes her feel enormously claustrophobic, but he doesn't seem to think it's a big deal. "Oh." After a moment, she lies back down. Another moment and she pulls the sheets and covers back up to her neck. She pulls herself close to him again, figuring if they're stuck here there's no hurry to get out of bed, is there?
Her forehead rests against his, nose to nose. This is her preferred position to sleep in, facing him, arms around him. She'll lie there for hours and whisper things - what's your favourite colour? If you could live anywhere where would you live? Do you ever think about dying? Do you believe in God? Why do angels look so weird? Are you afraid of turning into your parents? Do birds have souls? When is the war ever going to end? Do you think buildings ever get sick from pollution in the clouds? What do you think the people on the other side of the mirror want? - but it's much too early for all of that. She makes a low, sleepy noise and shuts her eyes again.