Lenya shivered and pulled her winter jacket close around her slender body. She was a lean and long limbed woman and neither of those traits did much for heat retention. Instinctively she crowded in behind Max, taking a little warmth from his flame.
 
“I knew the Macabee’s cheated,” she murmured in his ear, her teeth nearly audible chattering and her breath visible in short puffs of vapour. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and hope that if she needed to use her athame that she would be steady enough. It occurred to her to take the glock out of her briefcase but the thought of exposing her hands just to clutch a freezing lump of plastic and metal seemed intolerable.
 
“I suppose with all the banging around, if we haven’t been murdered yet…”
 
None the less she kept her mind as clear as the cold allowed, feeling it sting at the tip of her nose and exposed ears.
 
“We should have bought balaclava’s like real burglars,” she managed in weak jest as she followed Max down the stairs.