"Good," Cameron says again, reaching reflexively over to straighten out her collar, drawing a stray lock of hair out from under it. "Are you gonna be warm enough?" He imagines she's about as accustomed to the winter cold as he is, and the last week hasn't seen any further snow, but it's worth checking. He doesn't want to take her out to have their night cut short or their fun dampened because she's freezing (although at least he still has dinner planned for after and they can warm up indoors, then). Unable to help his fond expression, he steps back to get the door for her.