Seeing another village like this, it was like being at home for Zarya. She was more than used to harsh winters and sudden, punishing gusts of freezing wind. She's used to snowball fights, too. It was after a long day of patrolling that she'd decided to take a short break to read some local literature and watch the children of the village start their own little war, laughing every time one of them got beaned in the face.

When Lapis wanders onto the scene, however, her brow raises in concern. There's no way anyone could be that blue from the cold and still be alive, so she figures maybe it's one of the other "arrivals." Either that, or someone had a lot of fun with a paint can...

Zarya decides she doesn't care either way and stands up, brushing herself off briefly and taking off the thick coat she'd purchased not long ago.

"Madame," she calls out to Lapis. "Please, take my coat. We must find you some clothes better suited to this weather, no?"