“Mm?” Wolfgang is distracted, trying to process what just happened. They can't focus on the right things; it's hard to get a good grip on something when it's over so quick and you can't really observe what is happening. Already the details slip from their mind, what did it look like, what did it smell like? How was the cold in there different from the chill out here?
Right, he asked a question —
“Oh. It's really cold.” Wolfgang hates it when the temperature drops below 70, so November in New York is pretty bad for them. They're wearing auburn jeans and a sweater patterned with elephants, but — “I forget a coat.” And to lock the doors, turn off the lights, get their phone...