She nods, "All right," she'll follow his lead, not necessarily because he's an adult, but because she actually respects him- in her experience, sometimes adults are more clueless than the kids they deign to teach. Sam is firmly in good standing with her, though.

The wind makes amiable conversation hard to sustain, and she keeps her arms folded across herself during their trek through the snow just to trap a little bit of heat into herself.

It's awhile before she really notices it, but when she does, she tugs on Sam's sleeve and points at the light up ahead in the distance. "What do you think that is?" Could it be a house or a building, maybe?