Presley yanked the door open and hurried into the pub, away from the wintry air. She felt the heat permeate her skin and she visibly relaxed. Had it gotten colder since she'd been flying around the pitch with Milton? It sure felt like it. She spotted an empty table a respectable distance from the door, so there wouldn't be a huge rush of cold air hitting her every time someone came in, and stepped over to it. She took off her jacket and draped it over the seat before sitting down. "It feels good to be inside," she laughed.