Charles calmly walked around, His clothing layered pretty well, He was cold but not as cold as everyone else, apparently.

He made his way to you, You were sitting at the campfire trying to warm up. “Need an extra scarf?” Charles suddenly asked, You knew he was there from the snow crunching beneath his boots.

Charles let the silence fill the area aside from the fire crackling, then he took a cigarette and lit it using the fire, a blank look on his face.