Is that how her elders raised her, to sass back? Cailleach is not impressed. Not with the sass, and not with that wardrobe. In her days...

"Both. It's near winter now, the snows will be falling soon, and what have you done to prepare? Silly girl, you don't even have a proper coat!" Cailleach shakes her head in that particularly infuriating mixture of patronization and regret.