[If it got too cold outside she could always produce a fireball in the palm of her hand. In her current attire it seemed it was going to have happen sooner than later.

Holding onto Sniper's arm was enough for her to be giddy with delight. Compared to times she had cuddled him he didn't look the smallest bit annoyed by her touch. Maybe he'd never mind her cuddling him again.]

I'm ready!

[If only his arm nearest to her wasn't injured. At that moment she wished she could snuggle her head up against his shoulder to show him how cheerful she was.]