"--Oh, of course! I should've insisted sooner myself, I'm sorry I got carried away."

That snaps her out of the easy silence, and she's getting to her feet with a start before taking a quick look around. This is... somewhere between Willful Machine and Cellar Door, she's rather sure, which one's lamp is closer to where they are again? Wait no, that's not important; they should just get to somewhere warm for now so that he can finish his letter first, the rest can come after. Any shop will do then, ideally one like a café? But Willful Machine had booths and stalls more than buildings, and even if they find someplace with a roof and walls, the shopkeepers may not take kindly to what's essentially loitering as neither of them would be doing any shopping. Cellar Door establishments are much more lax in contrast; no one looks twice at people coming in and out of anywhere, everyone is quite literally there to just relax and have a good time. Having done enough looking around to know that much despite her short tenure in the city so far, the logical conclusion is clear.

...She'll have to quash her personal aversion to entering Cellar Door businesses in general, and just hope that she can quickly find someplace decent for them to duck out from the cold in.

"Let's head someplace indoors first. I think I see people coming and going over there..." Turning towards the side of the park lined with noticeably nicer-looking buildings, she starts leading the way to... a salon of some sort, judging by the sign. Exactly what is difficult to tell, the window panes are obstructed by thick curtains dyed in dark purple. Seems like they'll have to step in to find out, unless he catches sight of another place he feels more inclined in checking out?