She leaned back on the chair with a theatrical sigh. She understood, now, that the breath was superfluous. But she liked expressing herself with it all the same. She hadn't yet managed to change out of the New Feather pants but it didn't seem so important anymore.

It wouldn't make her any warmer.

"Twice, actually. Once with a sweet girl named Fina. That wasn't so bad. Uneasy. But not horrible."