"Where are you going?" Fornell had woken to the sound of Gibbs getting up and now the man was tying his shoes.
"It's cold."
"You're cold? You?"
"No, not me."
"Then who?" Fornell knew immediately and answered his own question. "They're fine, Jethro."
Gibbs continued to dress, bundling up in his coat and gloves, without saying a word.
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