Such was the truth. Nirindel was very ill-prepared to deal with the cold. And, honestly, had she known that it clearly showed, she would have probably found it uncomfortable, or rather, embarrassing.
Regardless, she seemed to loosen up a tad, as the other voice called back. While her form still remained turned, her knees slightly bent, she did not seem to hold onto a weapon. Instead, she narrowed her eyes, trying to have a better look at whoever was ahead.
It was, of course, to no real avail. She saw a form, yet the snowflakes that peppered her face made it difficult for her to see. She was not used to it. Regardless, hearing a nervous, somehow, friendly voice allowed her to calm down a bit.
"Thank you. I am lost." she admitted, calling back again, for most of the part, shouting because the howling wind made it pretty difficult for her to hear even her own voice.
"I have a weapon, but I'm not a hostile, okay? I just want a better look at you." the snow-covered woman made her way closer, snow, yet again, crunching under her feet, as she followed the tracks she herself made.