"Thanks. It's freezing out there." He nods, shutting the door behind him firmly and rubbing his hands together. The fingerless gloves aren't doing much for him, but it's more comfortable than having his fingers covered. He's still not sure why, but that's fast becoming the story of his life. "Uh, yeah. Please. Thanks." Whatever polite words apply, he's always starving. Almost like he never really ate before. Which...well, from what he can recollect so far, he might not have. "This place--looks like you've got a good building for it." Sturdy. Easily defensible, from the right vantage point. Another of those thoughts that come and go.