[While she doesn't need something to drink - and didn't care before - since her death in the City drinking warm things gives her a brief moment where she doesn't feel numbly cold. As a result, she nods to Hei.]
[At first she's dragged along into the kitchen, but at hearing a muffled thud, she pulls away. She doesn't bother telling Hei why, either, but follows the sound to her room.]
[With just about as much apathy as she did most anything, Yin opens the door, only to have her eyes widen again. Why was Mao in her closet? That didn't seem very...well, logical. Maybe Dolls just couldn't understand logic.]
action;
[At first she's dragged along into the kitchen, but at hearing a muffled thud, she pulls away. She doesn't bother telling Hei why, either, but follows the sound to her room.]
[With just about as much apathy as she did most anything, Yin opens the door, only to have her eyes widen again. Why was Mao in her closet? That didn't seem very...well, logical. Maybe Dolls just couldn't understand logic.]