The snow reminds him of Briggs, but all that serves to do is heighten his homesickness and worry to the sharpness of a blade. He has no idea how he managed to end up here in a blizzard, but at least he's one of the few individuals to whom the intense cold doesn't mean danger and death.

Still, that had been no reason not to come in out of the storm when he found shelter. It was common sense that said he would find his way better in daylight and if he waited for the worst of the bad weather to subside. The cabin had seemed deserted when he came in, but now... He feels a rush of guilt, assuming this man is the rightful owner of the cabin, come home to find someone trespassing. He immediately clanks to his feet, a huge suit of armour with the incongruous voice of a boy in pre-pubescence.

"A-Ah! Oh... I'm so sorry, I thought this place was abandoned, I promise I don't mean any harm by being in here."