[She looks up at him with a slightly startled expression. Like she's so unused to the heavy muffling effect of snow she didn't realize someone was so close. (Which is true, but not true.) After a moment, she recedes behind a soft smile and pushes her fogging glasses up her nose.]

The repairman didn't come. So. Errands . . .

[A hesitation, like she doesn't know what she's doing exactly. (She definitely doesn't.)]

The pipes froze. We need supplies, to fix them. [. . .] Do you think the hardware store is open?