"Nope, not a thing." Kimbley shakes his head, but he doesn't look bothered. "It'd be nice if I could, but I've got no idea what happened. Waking up in a morgue's kind of grim though. Maybe it's someone's idea of a joke."

He shrugs again before folding his arms. He hunches his shoulders inward as though that will help protect him against the cold. The over-sized military uniform really isn't made for dealing with snow, so he's freezing. "I used to think seeing snow would be great." He complains. "What a mistake that was."