If only Rey had thought to bring some disposable items, she could use that to burn. She grimaces at the room, not seeing anything that would be convenient or stay burning for very long... There's also the matter of not smoking themselves out, either. It wouldn't do either of them any good if the room filled with smoke.

She looks up, trying to find some ventilation of some kind. There has to be something that circulates the cold air into here, right? What if there's a fire alarm to trip?

A sharp breath huffs out as she stuffs her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants, her eyes scanning the ceiling.

"Well, if you start to turn into a popsicle, the offer's still open."

Not that she wants to, but Connor doesn't seem like a bad guy, and she wouldn't want to watch him freeze to death while she could have done something about it.