Mm... it's so cold it burns. [One might think it's the blood she's shaking off her hands and onto the floor, right now, all things considered, but a moment later, she looks down at where the claws raked against her leg, and the bloody streaks visible through her pants. Not a grievous amount of blood, but enough.

When she looks back to him, he's holding his handkerchief out, and she considers for a brief moment, before shaking her head.] No, save it. [And reaches for her cape, bringing it up to wipe some of the blood away.] It's why we wear the capes, back home.

... I think it more important we leave this place for now, though.