[h3]Cyare Staunton[/h3]
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"I think we can manage that."

Angel wasn't fooling anyone, but she smiled a little at his earnest demeanor anyway. Cyare reached over and pulled on the strings laced through his hood, tightening it around (and admittedly partially obscuring) his face. She handed him her scarf when she grabbed her own coat and drew it tightly around her, slipping her sword's hilt through a dedicated slit and pulling on gloves of her own. Her own hood stayed down; the cold didn't bother her much, not after where she grew up. 

With a little gesture she directed Angel towards the door and held it while they both slipped out into the winter air.

"Try and stay warm." A pause, as she oriented herself. Then she pointed. "I went that way this morning. Nothing was open yet, but I think that's where the shops are. This time of morning we should find plenty of people opening up."