The sleeves of Cox's white coat were rolled up scruffily around his elbows as per usual, his bare skin goose-pimpling as small flakes of snow landed on is arms. He was walking in Zoe's general direction, not really noticing her any more than he'd noticed the other people who were wandering up and down the street in the near distance. His head was swinging back and forth, body moving with it as he tried to find a single landmark that would point out where in the name of all that is holy he was.
Someone was going to burn for this... 'course, for once in his damn life he was too confused and stunned at his surroundings and the fact that snow was beginning to dust his hair and shoulders to focus much on his rage.
As he walked half-backward, muscles tense beneath his thin layers of clothing as he tried not to shiver in the cold, his eyes were fixed on a street sign, trying to read the name of the avenue he was on. He didn't notice Zoe walking up behind him, and his shoulder collided hard with hers as she moved past with her head down.
The jolt seemed to snap him out of his daydream, and he whirled around, his arms remaining tight across his chest as he glared hard at the dark-skinned woman.
"Heyeasy, people are walking here..." His voice came out a lot softer than he'd intended it to, and he inwardly growled in annoyance at its lack of grit and anger. Still, he was distracted, not recognizing the name of the street at all, and had more important things to worry about. He needed to find a cab or a phone, and sure he could've asked her for help, but he was a man... and you know what men are like when it comes to asking for directions.