[There's a girl in the snow. Trudging in roughly the same direction Jesse is, albeit much, much more slowly. She's young, short, slim, walking with her head down, struggling through the snow; her glasses are fogged up between her breath and the freezing air, and she's shivering.]
[That's probably because the coat she's got on would only be good for weather about half as cold as this.]
[She doesn't seem to realize Jesse's there. (She does, though.) A girl shivering and trudging through the snow, seeming resigned to . . . this. Suffering. What will you do, Jesse Custer?]
snow hell.
[That's probably because the coat she's got on would only be good for weather about half as cold as this.]
[She doesn't seem to realize Jesse's there. (She does, though.) A girl shivering and trudging through the snow, seeming resigned to . . . this. Suffering. What will you do, Jesse Custer?]