Heather understood the dangers of Hypothermia, and she didn't slow her pace when Adam slowed behind her, conceding defeat. She cast a glance back at him and the woman in shock, hesitating for half a beat before continuing her pace. "Y'all would be warmer from a run!" she advised. "Andrew, er Adam? Whatever. You need to hurry up and get into some dry clothes!" Her voice faded as she drew away from the two of them, breath leaving little puffs of steam in the chill air.<br/><br/>She made her way up the slight hill to the freeway, her feet crying out in pain with every step by the time she got to the car. Cheeks flushed red from the cold and from her brisk run, she was warmer, but still cold. She went to the drivers side door that was hanging open and she leaned in, popping the latch on the trunk.<br/><br/>Her bag was easy enough to find, since she was the last to board the cab. It should have been on top, but it had shifted with their mild crash. After a bit of wrestling, she pulled the bag out and set it down on the pavement beside the car, opening the suitcase up and rifling through it. She pushed heavy books out of the way, moved aside a pair of stiletto black pumps, tucked a purple vibrator further under the clothing, and then found what she was looking for.<br/><br/>Thick socks, warm, fuzzy sweatpants, and some thermal pants, and a pair of Nike's. Quickly Heather stripped the damp pants from her body, the water having soaked clear up to the knees. Though she hadn't got as wet as Adam had, she was still cold. She dried any remaining water from her legs and from her ass with the dry portion of her pants.<br/><br/>Clad in just her sweater and a pink thong with red and hearts all over it, she balanced on one foot, then the other, drawing the socks on one at a time. She repeated the process for the grey thermal pants, shimming into them with a wiggle of her hips and a few tugs at the tight material. The sweats were easier to step into and she ignored the fact that the purple sweats clashed with her classy green sweater. Adding the black shoes didn't help her ensemble, but she wasn't trying to make a fashion statement. She was trying to keep warm.<br/><br/>Her needs taken care of, Heather glanced around for any sign of Helen and Adam. The two needed care, and the nurturing side of her kicked in. She didn't feel guilty about putting her needs first by running to the car. If something happened to her, then how could she help them later, afterall?