Will's features rearranged themselves into a reciprocating smile, the expression made slightly off by a sort of bitterness to the twist of his lips. Did he look like someone who could bludgeon somebody to death, even to a stranger, or was that a joke? He decided to take it as the latter, carefully looking over the man before he gave any reply. To say that the stranger was freezing was quite possibly an understatement; he looked as though he would keel over and die if he stayed out there for another fifteen minutes. Or perhaps freeze in place, a morbid eternal statue and warning sign for those to come. Lucky for him that he had found this cabin, then.

He stepped aside, giving the newcomer ample space to come in, arm still raised as flecks of snow peppered and gathered along the creases of his shirt. He had taken off his coat and left it to dry by the fire. "If you're not terrified of me bludgeoning you. Maybe make it fast." Because any heat that was building up inside the cabin was quickly dissipating with every second the door remained open.