Maryanne had scented him out before the bell on the door dinged. The cold carried scents so much better than the warmth. The foulest of stenches captured in their cold capsules. Yet live, warm, people, their scents carried for miles.
Yet she didn't wish to give herself away, not more than she had already. So she only shifted her attention when the door opened. Rather than watching it expectantly. Manners moved her to stand, though there were plenty of other people around that she hadn't stood for.