Willow eases her hand off her knife once she's assured of that. It's not that she's a terribly trusting person, but Howard's got no reason to take her out right now, and if Ellie's a useful sort then it's worth keeping her around. "So we can't even start a fire under those rain thingies. That sucks," she sighs. "It's going to make it a lot harder to get food cooked. Have you guys ever had frostbite? This was like a small version of that. Changing into dry clothes is a good idea."

She peeks back into the cafeteria; she left her backpack and its spare clothes in there, though mercifully it was under a table and didn't get soaked. She taps her lip, trying to think of how to get in there without hurting her feet walking over the cold-burning liquid.