Bobbi had her sketchbook in the bag over her shoulder as well as some drinks, and while her companion focused on walking she was kicking her soccer ball ahead of them, just a little ways so that she wasn't moving much faster.

"So, what's it like over there? I mean I've seen it on TV, but really I'm displaced too, came here from the West Coast, still trying to get used to how cold it is..." She giggled because really cold didn't bother her much, why would it when she spent most of her time trying to control that ability.