<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Hopefully." She agreed with a small nod of her head. She glanced around idly, her breath materializing in front of her, shaped in haphazardly formed shapes. Her blade was drawn, resting on her lap, ready just in case anything happens. Her body heat helped keep the blade from collecting frost on the bronze finish.</div></span>