Asmodia gives a violent start when a strangely familiar jolt of cold goes through her shoulder. Understanding follows momentarily and she lets out a snort halfway between indignation and amusement. "Little rude," she informs Jay. "Especially when you don't know a person."

She pushes past Tim, not waiting for an invitation (or for Jay to get out of the way, whoops -- at least if she steps through him she'll be half expecting the cold). "And Biscuit's not a pet. Come on, let's do this thing."