"It's fucking freezing," she shouts, as if they both didn't know this before they went charging in at all, and crosses her arms tightly across her chest. This does not really help. It's like they're doing a winter swim or something — "Why is it so cold!"

Doesn't make any sense.

Gwenaëlle is grabbing her elbow and Abby turns toward her instantly, body curled inward like a leaf in an attempt to converse any body heat that might be left. Maybe if she goes under the water it'll all... even out?

She needs a minute, first.