"Community or no, not everyone's first instinct would involve helping their neighbors, so..." Snow trails off, reflexively drawing the open halves of her coat closed over her front — but then she stretches out one hand between them once she's within reach.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, anyway. I'm Snow." Her smile is small and polite but sincere, the clasping she initiates full of confidence. She's no stranger to asserting herself when the situation calls for it; maybe it's the politics-adjacent leader in her.