He doesn't notice the temperature change, and he really doesn't care. He is a little curious about the ice, but for now, he doesn't ask about it. "Bullshit." Naughty language coming from a homicidal boy, what a nice thing to hear. There are shifts in the shadows, of things. Of older spirits, wandering in the darkness. They'll close in on her if she gets too close. Or worse. He will.

"I don't care, you ungrateful bitch. Tell me why you're in my head."