Beth nods, and from there falls silent for a few moments. There's still good people in the world, at least until she finds out the worst has happened to them. And even then - she's been trying not to think of it, but even then, there will still be babies and children out there somewhere. There's always someone who's still decent.

The prospect of coffee brightens her spirits, and it shows in her rosy-cheeked face. "Yeah - thanks."

After she's leaned her shovel up against his garage and come inside, stomping snow off her boots, she adds, "I've never lived anywhere like this before. It never gets this cold in Georgia." She's unwinding her scarf as she says it, peeling off hat and mittens, sliding out of her wool coat. You have to wear so much just to feel like you aren't freezing here.