His eyes shift across her features and down her body, looking for any signs of discomfort from the cold. Her mouth opens, and he waits impatiently, an annoyed look playing on his lips. "I'm sorry." is all she can afford to say as she stares down at her feet. Because sincerely, she is sorry and feels an anger rush inside herself for the stupidity of her actions. Her head rises again, and his fists are clenched at his sides.