McCoy and Nina
"Hey, Nina." McCoy said, turning and giving her a tired smile. "Yeah, long day. Weird day." He said, motioning toward the strange weather. Even here, so close to the doors into the ER, his breath was puffing out in front of him in a cloud of white.
"Busses running all right?" He asked, having seen her climb off of the city bus. They must have put chains on them, or something.