We totally have hot chocolate still! There's bound to be some around here somewhere. [ Okay, yeah. She would totally be here for that. As much as she does favour her teas, hot chocolate is kind of the best sometimes when it's super cold and snowy out. What better place than here, really? It's a nice thought, and the amusement of it warms her for a little while.

Until everything else sobers her. Nice thoughts feel like a luxury, sometimes. She's quiet as she waits for an answer, patient. But she knows the long silence that follows gives the answer she's thinking of before he does answer. Her lips purse, brow furrowing. For this moment. ]

I believe you. I know you won't. [ It is hopeful, and she's grateful for it. She looks up at him with a small smile. She trusts in his determination, his resolve. He'd promised he'd get her home, once. To safety. Neither of them had known the reality of their situation, but she doesn't think that means his promise is broken. ]

I've been... thinking about things. [ As much as she doesn't like Cornelius Hickey, as much as he frightens her a fair bit — she's never been able to shake off the things he'd said. He'd... made points. ]

If we're stuck here, then— what if the food in town runs out. Or the animals run out, with winter coming. [ There's a beat before she tentatively adds. ] I know you know what it's like for things to be... difficult, like that. You and the others from the Expedition.

[ Others. Meaning: not just Mr. Goodsir. ]