[When was the snow not blowing "like crazy", then?

Krile very nearly asks this. Then this girl does what so many others have - alerting her to what she must look like to all those from different worlds. She sighs, trying not to make it too long-suffering.]

I've not located my friends now we're indoors, but I'm sure they're all right for now. Honestly I'd be shocked to find someone who hadn't been separated from their own.

[Since she hasn't actually been treated like a child, and she is rather exhausted still, Krile foregoes calling her out on it, for now. Besides, she's known some children to carry far more maturity than the adults around them.]