[Those are not the words England wants to hear. He stands so that he can approach the doorway, leaving the fireplace poker behind.]

I don't think I want hypothermia any more than you do, so there's not really any other option. [Boy, he's grumpy. But a compromised shelter is worse news than usual, in this weather.

While Kei looks at the hinges, England runs a hand along the opposite edge of the door, clenching his teeth when he feels the chill of the wind even through the layers he's wearing.] This entire house is still standing and the sodding door goes out, of all things.

[What terrible luck.]