Bryn could feel the sweat slick over her body all over again. It didn't matter that the snow drifts outside where up to the third floor. It didn't matter that she was dead, and shouldn't techicannly be sweating (the god blood took care of that). The minute they went into the room with the boiler she could feel the fall of it down her stomach. And between her breasts.
But that didn't stop her. She got down on her hands and knees. And crawled from where Dan would have to stop, to the base of the boiler. She'd have to drag herself on her stomach after that. And stretch after that. So she could leave one leg out as far as she could so Dan could drag her out. And she set about doing just that when she got to the point that she had to. No use in dallying around.