"Yeah, yeah there is! Hopefully you can find it soon!" He really doesn't wanna go out there. He's cold enough already. Please, universe, be nice for once.

He might make a suggestion to someone in the group about making some sorts of markers for people, so they could find their way back to town if they ended up turned around in this ridiculous expanse of white nothingness.

"We totally have working heat at the boarding house!" He calls out to her. He squints against the falling flakes and-- hey. That's someone, isn't it? He starts waving like he's directing a plane. "Heeeyy! Hey, can you see me? That's you, right?!"