"Fortumately, the air here is pretty clean, so you probably don't need breathing equipment. I...actually haven't found a place that sells it." Which is a terribly worrying thought. The chemical components of hers will need recharging soon.

She pays, then politely holds the door for him. As soon as they are both out, she zoos down the street at top speed; she can't imagine he wants to linger in the cold.

"Okay so...pants first, I think. They've got jeans over there. Those should be god against the cold. And they'll be durable." And they are just as soft on the skin a concrete. Snuggly.