Face down in the snow, that lines up with what she remembers doing before waking up where she was. She's resting her hands in her lap, not seeming to particularly notice the cold, but it's probably more than she's already cold enough to the bone that there's nowhere further for that to go.

"Getting used to a body again, that's... all. Lydia." That's probably not the intended answer he was looking for, but it's the truth for once.