Fair. Maybe. Helly eyes him dubiously. The cold air is bracing – she's still far more used to stale aircon than she ever will be used to all this freshness, and so it's not such a bad thing. "Do you want help?" she asks after a moment, toes scrunching in her slippers. "I could do the sidewalk."

A beat, as she casts her gaze left and right down the street, which is largely deserted. "But – I do want to talk to you about something. Maybe in private."