There had to be logical reasons that his hands were cold. They'd come to mind any minute. But of course she was careful of his webshooters. It wouldn't be convenient to end up with webbing stuck to the front of her shirt.
Sarah released his hand after he asked. "Do you want me to bring you some gloves? Or anything like that?" She asked as she pulled out the piece of paper out of her pocket, that had the password scribbled onto it. It was obvious that she was distracted as she held it out to him.