Vange heard the panicked dash into the rec room, but even her fight-or-flight reaction was a bit slow. A soft curse of ‘damn cold,’ hissed out as she got up to see what all the noise was about. Seeing the red-haired youth standing rather confused in the doorway, she couldn’t resist a little laugh. Perhaps he thought there was a fire inside thanks to the red of her lamp.
“I’m cold blooded and felt like bringing the lamps downstairs for a bit,” Vange replied as she moved to sit down again, “The name’s Vange. What’s yours?” This time she had to call it over her shoulder as she settled back under the lovely warmth of her lamps.