( typhoons and tsunamis might be news to her — and, quite frankly, a bit weird to hear, terminology-wise — but earthquakes she knows all too well. she can't help but look a little sheepish when he mentions them, even if she knows that it's unlikely her own quakes back home would have affected anyone she'd run into here. )

Yeah, it's not great. ( to say the least. her own facial features are already stiff, making her wish she'd thought ahead enough to grab a scarf or a mask. ) At least you can turn away from the wind, you know? There's no running away from the cold.

( there's no running, really, period. the sheer force of the wind and the bitterness of the cold leaves daisy's limbs feeling stiff and uncomfortable, as if they're likely to shatter (again) should she overexert herself. it's all she can do to cling to his outstretched hand and force one leg in front of the other, one at a time.

making conversation helps to pass the time. )

It sounds like you had pretty garbage weather back home.