'Miriam Holdstead, pleasure to meet you all,' she uttered from within the hood of her coat. She had to be frank, she did love the snow... there was a way to have too much of a good thing; somebody getting lost in a blizzard was one of those. And even if she wasn't overwhelmed with cold, thanks to her trusty, lovely coat of course, even she could admit it was quite frosty today. Beyond that...

'Miss Hattie, was it?' she asked the older woman. 'Um, I think I would like to borrow some of those gloves and scarves, if that's okay.' She didn't want to impose- she never did seek to take from people- but if they were being offered, then there was no point going out under-prepared in weather like this.