[ That's really the worst of it, in Ray's opinion: not just the fact they're stuck here, but that they're stuck here having been stripped of so many of their innate strengths and abilities to function. It's unsettling, and stressful, and Ray really doesn't appreciate how helpless it makes him feel.

But this part, at least, is easy. The house is well-stocked, and inside where it's warm his own physical limitations don't seem quite as pronounced as they would if he was stuck outside in the snow himself, one-armed and limping stiffly on his troublesome legs.

He peers out the door briefly behind her before shutting it, shivering a little from the rush of cold air that follows her in. ]

Right? It's a damn mess out there-- I didn't even know they got snow like this in California. Oh, here, let me take your coat... and why don't you have a seat? I'll go make us some hot tea.