The second the door opens, Apollo is immediately darting inside past Blaine while he greets her. She's wearing a parka that has a fur trim around the hood (that she doesn't have adjusted right so it's almost completely covering her eyes), a scarf, and fur trimmed boots, but god damn the cold is bitter and she still hasn't quite gotten the hang of this winter business yet.

So, the relative warmth of Blaine's shack house whatever the fuck is more than enough to get her butt inside pronto. Metalhead, on the other hand, causally trots inside and goes about his business sniffing out the place on his own.

"Yeah fabulous is what I do but also, holy fuck." Apollo tilts her head back enough so that her eyes are peeking out from underneath the fur, still cold enough that a quick shiver runs down her spine. "How the fuck do people deal with this shit every goddamn year?"