Cherry appreciated it when Roake amped up the heat. She held her hands out over the vents, trying to warm herself. In her hurry to get out of the hotel after the man in the room next to her committed suicide, Cherry hadn't even grabbed all her clothing. She'd grabbed what was easily available, stuffed it into her bag, and ran for it before anyone else could be harmed. As a result, she was wearing a pair of loose jeans, t-shirt, and a lightweight hurley sweater. She was COLD.
"Sure.. of course." pulling her left hand away from the vent, she offered it to him so he could mirror her abilities. The sooner the better, or he'd start to get extremely depressed. "I'm sorry if everyone else's emotions bug you after this. You aren't really an empath, so it may be a little overwhelming."