They opened the door a crack and argued whether the wind sounded more like a howling wolf or a growling bear. They didn’t stay long, as the cold crept across their toes and quickly travelled up their bodies, so that they felt icicles form from the tips of their noses and fingers. They heaved to slam the door and then ran, to that one hotspot in the middle of the room, using heavy blankets as cloaks. There, they shivered and shook and danced to warm themselves.
One of them suggested more coffee, but neither wanted it enough to make it.