Jaime chuckled quietly. "I never learned how. Never ... really had to. The only place we lived with snow, we had plow guys." Even then, she hadn't much ventured out into the snow. "I mean, when we went up skiing or whatever ... I mostly just skiied. Or pretended to," she amended with a faint grin. Even so, that had still been a while ago.
"Yeah, figure this is going to be a lot of adjusting," she replied thoughtfully. "Because it isn't actual life." Well. It was and it wasn't. They were actually living but not lives they'd chosen. Or something. And a lot of her tricks that worked in the real world - like dodging texts and calls and a person's neighborhood - sure as shit weren't going to work in the confines of a mansion. Which meant she was going to have to seriously consider how her sex life was going to work here. Not at all wasn't an option she wanted to consider but she figured she was in for a dry spell while she did the math on it.
Turning her attention back out the window, she couldn't help the slight frown and the way her expression tightened. "Seems like a dick move, you know? Doing this," she said with a nod toward the world outside the window. "How many people do you think are going nuts trying to find a way out? Or is everyone just ... complacent already?" She hated to consider that she was complacent, but she'd pretty much resigned herself to the idea she was going to die here, so why fight it?