Santana almost dropped her pistol when she heard those words. Struggling to get the safety turned on, she hears it click and steps back in the door placing it on the table by the door. She sees Dax sitting in attack mode by the bottom stair, ready to go at the order of his master. "Dax, bring me a blanket," Santana calls as she points at the fleece blanket laying on the couch. Dax runs to the couch and pulls the blanket off, dragging it across the floor to deliver it. Once Santana has the blanket in her hands, she orders Dax to sit and steps back out onto the porch.

"You're a block of ice, jeez how did you get all the way out here?" Santana murmurs, not really expecting an answer, but pleasantly surprised when the woman says something about a rock over hang and drinking and being lost. Santana spreads the fleece blanket across the woman, wrapping it around her as she lifts her up bridal style to carry her into the cabin. She only makes it as far as the couch because really she is lifting a fleshy block of ice that is barely smaller than her. The couch is the best place anyway since the fire is still going strong in the fire place. Once she has the blanket re tucked around the woman, she gives her a once over, this woman is very clearly out of her element, who in the hell only goes out in jeans and a sweater in this kind of weather?! Santana stares at the woman, knowing there is a whole list of things she could and should be doing, but for some reason she can't make herself move. It's like she is waiting for something else to happen, for this woman to speak again or at least open her eyes and acknowledge her or something.

Thankfully Dax sees the contemplative look on his masters face and if he could he would roll his eyes, so instead he settles for a huff to get her attention and stalks over to the couch and starts to bite at the ice covered boot laces. This seems to bring Santana out of her trance and she springs into action and moves Dax out of the way to finish untying the womans boots, pulling them off carefully because she knows her toes are numb right now, but as they warm up the pain will set in.

She sets the boots down beside the couch and runs upstairs to get some dry socks and extra blankets, this woman needs to be warmed up slowly, she doesn't want to send the woman into shock doing it too quickly. After making a blanket mountain out of the woman Santana sits down in her rocking chair in the corner of the room and waits, she put a pot of coffee on, she doesn't even know if the woman is still awake or passed out asleep, she hasn't made anymore noise since she was brought into the cabin. But, she does know as soon as the woman stirs again, she is going to try and get warm liquid into her and maybe some food and then find out who the hell she is.

Rachel is slowly coming to, she knows she made it to the cabin and that someone brought her inside, then everything went black. She shifts on the couch and groans at the pain in her hands and feet, gosh are her fingers and toes still there or did they fall off. Blinking open her eyes against a warm glowing light she sees a figure sitting in the corner of the room with a medium sized ball of fluff next to it. She groans again trying to it up, but she stops when the ball of fluff moves towards her and starts sniffing her face, she can't help but laugh a little, it tickles her nose. The figure moves next coming into the warm glow and Rachel notices that the person who saved her is a woman and the ball of fluff sniffing her face is obviously a dog.

"Dax down," the woman speaks as she slowly approaches Rachel. Rachel focuses her eyes on the face of the woman as she kneels next to her and places a warm hand on her cheek. "Your face is chapped pretty bad, but I have some stuff for that, can you feel your fingers and toes?" Rachel nods and shifts her hands around trying to free them from under the blankets. The woman notices and lifts the blankets allowing Rachel to pull her hands free so that she can examine them. They're bright red, a good sign, that the blood flow is still good. Santana places Rachel's hands back under the blankets and studies her face, this woman looks familiar but she can't place where she has seen her before. That's not important right now, she needs to get Rachel something to drink and eat if she's up for it.

"I'm going to get you some coffee." Rachel watches the woman go into the kitchen and return a few minutes later with a steaming mug. She sets it down on the table and motions for Rachel to try and sit up, when manages to raise up enough to get a drink without scalding herself, her hands still aren't functioning enough to do much, so Santana picks up the cup and holds it to Rachel's lip prompting her to sip. She sighs in relief, the small sip warming her throat.

"What is your name and how in the world did you ever find my place?" Santana asks. She wasn't a very patient person and she really needed to get some some answers going. Rachel prompts for another sip of coffee and then speaks.

"My name is Rachel and I found your place because someone was looking out for me." She doesn't know how to explain it, but someone must have been looking out for her if she finds this cabin right when she was close to giving up.

"Okay, well I'm Santana and this is Dax."

Rachel smiles, the dog is really cute, he's not really a puppy anymore but he is definitely not full grown. There is an awkward silence Rachel doesn't know what else to say, she can see all the questions floating around in Santana's head and she wished she could answer them for her but she doesn't have any answers even for herself.

Santana's eyes are looking around the room, trying to focus on anything other than Rachel, she can't overwhelm her. "I'm going to go into the kitchen and heat up some stuff from dinner, if you're up to it, we can try and get some food in you and then maybe get some more sleep. I know you're not going to rob me or anything because really you wouldn't be able to get away and I don't think you're willing to go back out there tonight anyw-"

"Santana...you're rambling" Rachel smiles at Santana amusement twinkling in her eyes. "But yes, some food would be lovely and uhm where is your bathroom? And, can you help me get some of these blankets off?"

"Sure sure," Santana mumbles. "Uh I can show you where the bathroom is, you will probably need help to get there." Santana stands from her kneeling position beside the couch and starts to remove the blankets as Rachel pulls her knees up and prepares to turn to stand up. She stumbles and Santana is quick to wrap and arm around Rachel's waist, wow she is really pretty, Santana thinks and then quickly shakes that thought away, this is not the time! She leads Rachel through the kitchen and into the bathroom and then stands there checking out her bathroom ceiling, she really done a nice job on the beams in there.

"Uh, Santana...I think I can handle it from here."

"Right, well I am going to go back in there and warm some stuff up," Santana responds backing away slowly and hitting her shoulder into the bathroom door frame. Instead of saying anything else Santana turns around quickly and slams the bathroom door, sighing as she leans against it. This is going to be interesting.