He looks down at his bare hands and makes a face, bringing them to his face to breathe on them for warmth.

"Yeah, well, it doesn't snow a lot at hom--in Cali." His coat is too thin, too. He wasn't actually expecting to come here, came last minute and only arranged the time off when he was on the road. He threw cloths into suitcases and started driving.

He's making a note to find where Herc put away his stuff.