<span style="color: #FF0080">"Thanks," she says as she sits down.  "Lotsa crazies out in these parts...and a bonfire sounds lovely right now!"  She is pretty accustomed to them; one of the only ways she keeps warm out here.<br/><br/>The blonde-haired girl noted his accent and cannot pinpoint where it might be from.  She thought about it for a moment, and figured it might be rude to ask so early on in their conversation.  "My jacket?  I like it." she says; the truth is that a snug coat made it easier to get out of scuffles she may encounter on the streets.  She takes a final drag of her cigarette before flicking it onto the sidewalk before the pair.  "You're giving me options on how to battle the cold, eh?  Enlighten me on said options.."</span>