She doesn't slow down at the door. She just turns, ramming it open with her shoulder and thumping to a halt inside. It wasn't actually locked, but- too late now.

"Anyone live here?" she calls out, jacking the volume up. No answer: nobody who's going to be back soon anyhow. The door's banging in the wind behind her. She glances around for some furniture to barricade it shut with, but first she's getting Jesse further inside.

"...Where do people keep blankets?" she wonders out loud, realizing for the first time she doesn't know. She's never been inside a place like this. A civilian residence. House. One that still works.

"I'm... not sure. Maybe upstairs? I think bedrooms are upstairs." Her Ghost materializes at last, zipping up the stairs ahead of her, helping to find a few blankets to use as draft excluders and build a nest with. Blaze keeps Jesse held close as much as possible; for now she's the only heat source they have and he needs to soak in all of it.

"How long was he out there?" she mutters, getting angry because she's worried.