Thanks to the charitable spirit of some of her fellow housemates, Juno didn't have to go in the snow completely unprotected. She had a coat, gloves and even a beanie - not even close to being as flamboyant as Marco's, but then she didn't want to steal his thunder that way. She didn't know who had picked up the beanie with the most extravagant pompom in the bunch, or why she'd chosen it, but there she was, wearing a braid to keep her hair off her face, and with her pompom moving in the faint breeze.
When she and Marco got outside she tightened her grip over his hand, thinking she should think about wearing the other glove some time soon. For now, though, it was nice to be holding his hand, especially since wearing leggings under her pants and leg warmers over them and under her boots meant she felt kind of like a sausage, and moved like the Michelin Man.
"Oh but they look cool as fuck." She told Marco, looking over to him with a shrug. "I have no clue but I guess it would be like a more stable, mechanical sled, yeah."