[her smile, at least, is completely genuine. And anything off in his is more than explained by the awful reception he'd had on arriving.]

It's definitely starting to act like spring. But there's hot food here. That should help. And.... I'll be right back.

[she doesn't really wait for him to acknowledge her leaving him in the doorway. Instead, she goes to the clerk behind the counter, feet carrying her lightly across the store as if she was fully unaware that she looked like a drowned cat. Or maybe she just didn't care. And, a minute or so later, she returns with a handful of towels.

They weren't meant for drying off people, but beggers really couldn't be choosers. Not if they wanted to keep their masks in place]