It's snowing... [Vanessa wears a look of awe as she glances up. She reaches her free hand out to catch the flakes in her palm.] You don't really see snow in Los Angeles.
[And then her smile dies as easily as it came to life. She pulls her hand back to her and leans back against the wall of a store building.] There's no heat here. And it's snowing.
I wonder if any of the stores might have rock salt or something if things ice over. [The most practical person in the world right now.] And what about plows?