[ She gets the joke, pathetic as it is, and smiles sympathetically, hugging a little tighter before releasing him. ]

Good. I wouldn't want to set the standards too low.

[ She's a little chilled from hugging a body so cold, so she rubs her hands on her thighs as she tries to think of what to say next. A part of her mind wonders what touching Jack some more would feel like— would it be cool and refreshing, or too cold to handle?

In any case. ]

Have you been having a good holiday? I know you said you hated Christmas, but New Years is fun, right?