She kind of wishes he was hugging the stove because even though he's got a lot more layers on than her, he's hurt and - yeah, still convinced he's got thin city blood. If she's freezing he must be even worse off and it's her job to keep him safe. A job she's, granted, been questionable at managing so far as far as she's concerned and it makes her frown as he pulls himself up straighter and nods. Is he slipping into shock? Or starting the first stages of hypothermia? The worry has her turning to face him, trying to curl her shoulders closer inward, the single strip of her that had been warm next to the stove almost immediately losing that heat and the part that's near it now a long way from thawing enough to feel what little the stove is putting out. She's really starting to feel utterly miserable and it's not her natural state at all but the cold has a way of seeping in and taking over everything.

"You s-should-" mortified by the chatter in her teeth, she locks her jaw down, cheeks flushing which only serves to emphasize just how pale her face has gotten otherwise. She's determined though. "You should move closer to the stove. If you f-freeze it'll look bad on my resume."