Kristen and Pavel
It struck him as amusing, things he'd never noticed back home. It was cold, he knew that, but there he was, standing in shirtless in a pair of jeans (he really didn't own a swimsuit), and he felt just fine. It's like subconsciously the fire inside compensated for the cold. It was something that probably always happened, he just never noticed it until that moment. Now if only he could actually use that power to do other things. At least at that moment it was coming in handy.
When it was Pavel's go he jumped in and fuck, was it cold. He was just about to take back how cool his power was when, as he got out of the water, his body temperature seemed to re-regulate and he was warming up. By the time he got to the warming tent he was dry- well his skin was at least. Would take a bit more for his jeans to fully dry.
"Sorry, excuse me." He said, to the redhead he recognized from two of his classes as he reached around her to grabbed a towel, not because he was cold, but as a barrier. There were a lot of people hanging out, most half naked and while he had finally realized that his touch didn't affect men, there were way too many women around showing lots of skin to risk things.