She can't help it. Winter gawks at Blaise when he mentions Summer being... nice. It's impossible. She doesn't do nice. The nasty comment makes sense and is her general MO, but how did her duplicate get from there to being friendly? It's... weird, and she shakes her head hard to force herself to start processing it. That's about when she accepts the boy's phone, putting her cell phone number into it.

After a moment, she passes it back, but adds, "Take this number, too; it might not work right, but it's worth trying in a pinch." She waits a moment for him to be ready, then rattles off her network number; there's a brief sense of the world leaning in to listen as she finishes it, but as the echoes of her voice fade, sound returns to her. It doesn't exactly look like a normal number, but... eh. If he figures it out, all the better.

"Please understand," Winter continues, "I'm not used to Summer being anything other than dangerous. If she's nice to you, I'm happy to hear it, but that's not exactly normal. So... good luck, I suppose is what I want to say."