She shakes her head, hand moving to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. It's still as wet as the ground outside; she flicks water from her fingers off to the side. "No, the seasons are much more distinct than that. Well, elsewhere in the world, at least. This region was always pretty miserable year-round from what I remember about it, even on my Earth."

And, gently, she forces a shrug. "Then again, I suppose I can't speak with real certainty about this one."