"Hey." His voice crawls beneath the howl of the wind, scraping along the surface of the snow like coarse gravel and cliffside rocks. He's found a house that isn't his to hole himself up in while he finds his bearings, the first house he had come across and most likely the first she does, too, but he doesn't look as lost or confused as she does.

Standing by the front door holding it open, he can't help but look slightly intimidating with the way the light from the inside casts shadows over his figure. At least he's not armed.

"You don't look okay, kid." She's wearing that shell-shocked rookie face poorly, to say nothing of how she looks like she just marinated herself in a crime scene.