"Oh, that's so thoughtful. Yeah, I'm sort of used to more tropical weather. Never did get used to the cold." She gratefully took the scarf and gloves, slipping them on and walking beside him, thankful for the boots she wore - warm feet were just one more advantage to the kothurnus. "It was modern times back home.. but weird things were going on. political coups and fighting and people escaping Tartarus. It was kind of crazy. It's probably why I'm so at ease with this. I mean, if that's all possible, why not strange vortexes. Ophelia? Really? that's... I'm speechless."
She took a moment to process that, the speechlessness not lasting long, and she grinned at the snow guitar. "I'm going to assume that's the grandfather who's a musician?"
She followed him in, stomping snow offher boots, and placed the borrowed scarf and gloves on a nearby table trying for the least glitter-filled spot, grinning at the voice she heard, seeing only dangling legs. "That looks comfortable."