Luckily for Val, Al is not the sort of person to hoard his good fortune and refuse to share it with others. When he found a cabin with a plentiful supply of firewood for once, he saved half to distribute among the others and then set a roaring blaze going in the hopes that the light from the windows would guide anyone who might be lost out in the snow.

He can't feel the warmth of it himself, though he has a hand extended towards the flames when the door opens as if to pretend, but the light is useful even for him to fend off the shadows that sometimes plague anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped here. There's a brief moment of concern that the newcomer is one of those entities, before the worry fades into relief and a welcoming enthusiasm.

Smiling isn't possible when your face is an expressionless hunk of metal, but his voice is happy enough to convey ten smiles with some added happiness left over.

"That's good, that's what it's here for! Come in and sit down as close as you want, you look freezing."