Having scrolled through witchagram until her feed grew stale, the girl flicked her eyes up to catch Raymundo standing there. Taking a long sip of her tea, she then flashed him a reassuring grin. "Not quite yet. I have a jacket stashed in my bag if I get cold," she sat and gently patted the tiny purse, begging the question of how exactly it fit in there. She wrapped a straying end of her scarf around her throat and took another sip of her drink.