Traveling through the snow was already awful—let alone with a disability. Kaz was starting to regret whatever possessed him to actually follow this damn dog through a blizzard. She was insistent something was out in the snow and wouldn't stop whining until he let her out. Frightened she may get in an accident by herself, he decided to follow, keeping a gun close to his hip. His nose felt like it was going to fall off when he finally saw something through the fog of snow. His hand instinctively went to the holster as he watched the dog bite your coat and drag you closer. Light enough to drag? You must've been out here for awhile. Nonetheless, that wasn't enough to conclude you as harmless just yet. With his weapon aimed to you all the way back home, he placed you on the floor against the couch. Feeling a sense of what he assumed was pity, he concluded that you were harmless enough to deal with and left the room. It's not like he prepared to keep anyone over, so a blanket and some canned soup was all he had before returning. Upon observation, you looked more pathetic than he thought. Hardly any movement. With not much more to offer, he took a seat on the floor beside you until you spoke up. Or did anything at all.