"Goddamn it is cold." He grunted, rubbing his hands together and looking around the abandoned cabin. You and Arthur were out hunting when you got caught in a storm, now taking shelter in a small, one room cottage with a single creaky bed. The walls themselves seemed to be rocking as the wind blasted outside. He rests one hand on his belt and turns to look over at you "Surprised you ain't blow away yet" he tried to joke, but he looked concerned with how you were shaking under your jacket.