Now that Daisy has been 'gifted' with the ability to withstand the cold, she spends more time outside than in, keeping herself as busy as possible to avoid dealing with her problems. Chopping wood for those who still need to stay warm, searching houses for supplies and trying to repair the ones still in a half-decent state, and just generally keeping an eye on things helps to pass the time well enough, though she still wishes desperately that she had more of a focus for her efforts. That there was something she could do to work toward getting them all home.

It's hard to miss the man hauling a large piece of lumber from a house that's seen far better days. Daisy watches him for a moment before striding purposefully toward him, her boots crunching the ever-present snow.

"Hey, that looks heavy. You want some help?" Her bare hands hold onto the straps of her worn purple backpack and she looks out of place with a chunky sweater and no proper coat, but she doesn't seem the least bit affected by the cold. There isn't even a puff of visible breath when she speaks. No, she's not concerned for her own well-being in this frozen hellscape, but for the newcomer who's probably struggling in more ways than one.