Her eyes snap upward, but she doesn't turn her head. The replay's slower now, sluggish in her brain, details magnified and shifting, and the only beat for her to go on now is the steady pulsing of her heartbeat, an evenly-paced noise that she can't seem to stop hearing. She can see him moving in her periphery. Her fingers curl in until she can feel the blunts of her fingernails resting against her palm.

"Castle," she finally acknowledges, and turns on her heel in his direction. His scarf is twisted on one side; she reaches up and wills her hands to steady themselves to fix it, her knuckles grazing the line of his jaw.

"S'cold out there," she explains, concentrating her energy on the task in front of her. "Getting colder all the time."