She'd been going to quip something about nesting habits, but lost it when he reached out, apparently absent-mindedly, to pull her blanket further up around her shoulders. She hadn't even noticed that her grip had slipped.

Her brain stuttered for a moment, but she rallied, hopefully before he noticed.

"Los Angeles may have stunted my cold weather survival instincts, but I've still got some," she said. "I've got it covered. Sleep well."