[ More than welcome, Old Timer.

Ygritte can relate to scruffy and tired - two very common states of being, for her - but this man has a lot more to worry about than his appearance, if he's stuck outside without shelter for the night. A snow-shelter isn't going to keep him warm when the temperature drops below tolerable conditions.

Still, she can banter a bit longer. She does so enjoy rankling the others trapped here like her, in this place. ]

Painful, but 't least it's quick. Y' don't want t' die in the cold - it takes a long, long time for someone t' die that way. [ she cocks her head over the feed, almost playfully. ]

Y' want t'hear how it is to die, where I'm from? [ storytime, to keep his mind temporarily off of it? seems legit. ]