"I had some dry clothes," Lucy replied with a laugh that was almost strained, gesturing with her foot to the bag she'd left on the floor, "but I don't think they stayed so dry." Being out of her coat was relief enough just then, anyway, almost as much as being inside and close to him, knowing she wouldn't have to head out in the storm again any time soon. The more she looked at him, though, the more he seemed to be distracted, and her lips curved into a slight frown. Probably it was nothing -- just the weather, as it had been her, or something else just as minor, but there was no telling in this place. "You okay?" she asked, as lightheartedly as she could. There was no reason to darken the mood if everything was fine.