[Len notices the cold immediately, his breath fogging in the air as he moves through the seemingly-abandoned hallway. Slowing, he lets his (now-glass) hand drift to the hilt of his gun, the pressure a comfort more than a readiness for a threat. He still can't feel anything with his glass hands, nothing beyond the constant cold radiating up his arms.
The chill becomes more noticeable as he steps further, uncomfortable even by his standards. Finally, he spots the source, the woman with her hand pressed to the wall. Pausing, he starts to turn... emotions are not his strong point, and if she needs to have her breakdown in peace, he'll leave her to it. But the power radiating out from her can't be ignored, and now... damn, his feet seem to be frozen in place. No chance of a quiet retreat.]
I think you're taking "losing your cool" to the extreme, hm?
b. if this is okay!
The chill becomes more noticeable as he steps further, uncomfortable even by his standards. Finally, he spots the source, the woman with her hand pressed to the wall. Pausing, he starts to turn... emotions are not his strong point, and if she needs to have her breakdown in peace, he'll leave her to it. But the power radiating out from her can't be ignored, and now... damn, his feet seem to be frozen in place. No chance of a quiet retreat.]
I think you're taking "losing your cool" to the extreme, hm?