She sucks in cold air at the words she sees on her screen. Harpy. Corrine. Whatever his business is, the response is not a friendly one. She's never been Corrine. Not to him.

[TXT: Whatever are you doing in a place like that?]

She imagines its to do with her. The threats of his father's harpy associate. Whatever it is, it's likely nothing less than she deserves.

[TXT: Don't sell you voice to any sea witches, honey]

Corry reaches out to hug a pillow close. He may not feel the cold, but she is certainly feeling his chill.