Firestone Hot Springs fly me to the moon

it takes her a moment to regain her footing and pull herself from the water. immediately she starts to shiver, almost missing the stranger's concerned question as she shakes the water from her thin coat and turns to frantically groom some of the moisture from her fur. she registers it after a moment, though, and turns her gaze back to the dark male as if suddenly remembering he exists. um, it comes out quiet, almost too quiet. she swallows and tries again, a little louder this time, though it sounds odd through her chattering teeth. yeah, i'm fine, thanks. she shifts uncertainly, wondering if the stranger is disturbed by her presence, or if she ought to move closer, maybe strike up a conversation. the latter seems like the normal thing to do — but she's never been much good at social things like this, so she stays where she is, shivering and feeling awkward.