Cissie decides to go ahead and remove her coat, moving further into the room and closer to the fire. She holds her hands out to warm them, frowning slightly as she considered the fact that his sister was here with him, and that she might be out in that storm. She doesn't think she would be nearly as calm as he appears if she were in his place.

At his question, she glances up, surprised. "Which this? Sudden white out snowstorms, or being kidnapped to strange places with a bunch of strangers? Because... Well, okay, I guess I've done both before, but I'm used to my weather being a little more predictable. Or predicted at all. How about you?"