Javier stood in the corner of the worn down cabin, arms folded close to his chest to try and preserve as much of his body heat as he could while he shivered. His face was buried into his wool poncho, trying to return some semblance of sensation to his face. "Dios mio, it's freezing. I'm not built for this weather." he mumbled quietly, more to himself then anything, his voice trembling while he stated the obvious. He glanced up at you, a hint of concern in his eyes while he examined your shaking figure from across the room.

Colter was certainly taking a toll on everyone, and the gang hadn't even been here all that long. Just a few days. Yet, no matter what anyone did, it seemed practically impossible to warm up. It was hard to keep spirits high when everything seemed to just keep getting more and more miserable.