"Like what? We aren't anything, Connor." Just two people who lived in the same place, she figured. She was trying hard to stop making connections to people, particularly since she didn't know how much longer she - or they - would be alive. Dawn had a feeling the death rate was going to be even bigger than the last time Glory had been around. At his statement about dressing warmer, Dawn rolled her eyes, but headed down a hall to make her way to the deeper cellblock she'd been moved to thanks to the Glory threat. A few minutes later they had reached her cell, and she pulled off the crossbow and coat, then grabbed a dark blue sweater. Tugging that on, she then toed off her boots and snagged a pair of jeans to pull them over the yoga pants, then sat to put her boots back on. That done, Dawn stood again and pulled on the coat and crossbow, then grabbed a scarf, hat, and gloves, slipping them all on before finally turning to Connor.
"Satisfied?" She asked it in an emotionless voice, then moved past him to head out to the exit and head for the sentry tower they generally used. At least she'd be able to get outside for a few hours.