Much as Rey had been joking about it earlier, she really would rather not have to eat a person. She huffs, thick puffs of breath forming out of her mouth as she scans the room for any signs of something she could use as kindling.

"Well, am not going to freeze to death, at least. Don't know about you," says the lady with the fiery hand. "There should be something to make a fire with, unless you want to get cozy."

A prospect she is not too ecstatic about, but it's been beckoned of her before in instances of extreme and uncomfortable drop of temperature.