She makes a noise of agreement, concentrating more on putting one foot ahead of the other than on making conversation. The last thing she intends to do now is stumble and fall in the snow.

Luckily, they've drawn near the campfire, and a few more steps brings them up to the makeshift seating surrounding it. Cassandra lowers herself carefully onto an overturned crate, sitting with obvious relief and immediately drawing close to the fire.

"Thank you." She glances up at him, and frowns. "...Forgive me. I - do not know your name."