Even with the blowing snow, Rumlow could tell she was very cold. There was a paleness to her skin that didn't have the usual wind burned look yet, and she wasn't rosy from moving. She was slower than some, and he wondered if she had traveled much in such harsh conditions.

He fell in step with her, keeping close enough that their shoulders could brush with each motion forward. "You have to keep moving, ma'am, or you'll freeze to death in no time. Even little motion is better than no motion. Tuck your gloved hands up into your arm pits. That will give them a bit of relief, and keep wiggling your fingers and toes as much as possible."

And then he moved in front of her to use his body to block some of the wind from hitting her.