[ she can't help but arch her brow at his name. five, huh? must be a nickname. she knows people will call their children "apple" (but not "kulture" just yet, she's far too early), but she doesn't think they'd name them after numbers. ]

Okay, a coat and potentially decent coffee is a great sense of comfort. I'm not really dressed for snow. [ she releases a small laugh, something that doesn't quite warm her as it should.

she cocks her head to gesture to the direction behind him. ] Do we go the way you came from?