It has been a while since winter at the frontier now, but from what he can remember, it didn't quite get this cold. Even so, he's not unused to the cold, and often spends a lot of time outdoors at any time of the year.

He rubs his hands together again, and puffs some air on his fingers. So far, he hasn't seen anything that might be used to light a fire, but ...

"I will be all right for a while."

If there was more to do in the room, he would be fine for longer. As is ... They really ought to find something to make a fire with.

And so he starts walking around again.