[ In the meantime, Miles took to wiping away some of the moisture on the fireplace with a sleeve before easing himself out. He regarded her, a firm scowl across his face.

Was she really going to stand there and complain? It was going to get dark soon and they certainly did not have the time for this.]

The last time I checked hypothermia does not discrimate based on gender. I personally have no intention of dying today.

[He moved over to inspect one of the chairs, deciding if it was dry enough to break down.]