[Storm, you are crazy to be out in this weather in such a light coat. Seriously.
Gambit keeps on his way, giving her a small nod in greeting. And then he slips a little in the snow, but you didn't see that. Look, he's recovered from it already! There was absolutely no loss of traction. Pure work of the imagination.
He may still be recovering from post-experiment awkward himself, but talking will probably draw attention away from said work of the imagination.]
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Gambit keeps on his way, giving her a small nod in greeting. And then he slips a little in the snow, but you didn't see that. Look, he's recovered from it already! There was absolutely no loss of traction. Pure work of the imagination.
He may still be recovering from post-experiment awkward himself, but talking will probably draw attention away from said work of the imagination.]
Ain't you cold like that?