She had her fire going and being snuggled in blankets, she only had a long sleeved shirt on. It was well-over-sized and fell halfway on her thighs. She forced a smile, not wanting to be rude, but the man made her nervous. And it WAS cold. How could she ask someone to stay outside just on paranoia. She nodded, but left the door open, closing the screen. At least that way, she could run out, having to break the screen if needed. That old oak door her deceased daddy made for her was hard to break. It made her feel nostalgic. And safe.<br/><br/>"I don't have a landline, but you can use my cell." She reached over the couch to grab it, too nervously rushing that she didn't realize she gave him a peek of her yellow undies. She handed it to him hoping her reluctance didn't show.