[color=beige]"...I don't drink alcohol."[/color] 

For the very first time since you've seen her at the wagon, Rachel spoke up. Her voice was soft and low, but just loud enough to reach Axol's ears as they moved. 

[color=beige]"I don't partake in such things that lead to sin."[/color] 

Nothing more, nothing less. She gave him a glance as she said this, the emotions from her face were unreadable, whether she was being judgmental or otherwise. But one thing to take from this brief exchange, she was serious.

Upon entering the premises, Rachel let down the hood of her coat and immediately began to hustle on no command, looking around her surroundings with a pointed gaze. The difference in the heat was small, barely noticeable especially due to her own bodily heat that felt like a faint ember beating in her chest, but the moment she stopped freezing, her stance changed completely as though the new warmth had reinvigorated her. She started her routine by tidying up what would be her own lodging first, picking up certain objects and placing them in strangely specific spots.

Should she be able to find the food she needed and take them, she would do so. Wherever the others would be hanging around, Rachel would have walked in with the food she brought and provided them to the table, her selection of which mostly being bread. An act of courtesy, perhaps a small open invitation to share at least something between her and the rest of them. Regardless of what it was, it was one done on her own terms. Otherwise, she did not pay much mind to whatever they could be saying, her eyes always drifting, barely making contact.

Once she was done, she then sought out the warmest spot to rest momentarily while still maintaining a close distance with the group, sitting closest to a nearby fireplace where she could hear the crackling of the wood burning and watch as she ate the bread she'd saved for herself.

Hidden from sight, her free hand patted at her waist where her belt was fastened on her body, feeling around and making sure that she hadn't lost anything important in her travel. Once she felt the wooden hilt of her precious tool, she stopped and her eyes returned to the flame in front of her.