[ Jamie's beyond grateful that the older woman lets her in — some part of her still tenses at the thought of trusting a stranger (especially one with a fucking sword), but does she have any other choice, right now? It's freezing, and even if the inside of the cabin is still abysmally cold, at least it's out of the biting wind and snow. She slips her knife into her jeans pocket and wraps her arms around herself, rubbing up and down her forearms to get some circulation going as she shudders.

'Thing is, it was summer. The whole damn opposite of this.' Jamie nods around her shuddering, brows furrowing thoughtfully. ]

I was in California before. It was October, but.... nothing like this.

[ This snow is an entirely different world. And even when she'd time-traveled, it was never to another place, just time. (Unless this is still California, somehow...)

The woman's question sits uncomfortably within her — for a variety of reasons. The teen exhales against a tightness in her chest, an odd feeling shaped like crippling guilt that she hasn't been able to remotely process, but the reality of which lingers right there in front of her eyes. She failed to save all those girls. She fucking failed them. ]

Not out there, no, [ she finally answers, shaking her head a little. ] But before here, I was kind of being stalked by a killer, so. Hoping that he didn't follow me here and set off a trend of leaving dead bodies.