Noticing her still warming her arms, Katsuki shifts and scoots closer to the fire almost instantly. He's more prepared for the cold, having been here long enough to get some other items (mostly hand-me-downs from the healers who would come over weekly to tend his wounds) that what he came with...but the kid was in a dress and loafers meant probably for spring, not winter. He could easily work off the debt just to get her at least a coat and boots...

His thought bubble bursts almost immediately and those deep red eyes stare at Alice in confusion and mild horror when she asks if she has to work. What the fuck. What the literal, actual fuck??

"Haah?! Who the hell would make a kid work?!" Labor laws most definitely exist in his day and age, and he's just clearly not thinking that there's others out there that don't abide by the same. "Tch...'course not. But you still need a roof over your head and a bed to sleep in. There's empty places here, but..." his nose wrinkles as a deep frown settles on his face. "I don't like the idea of a brat being on their own."

Who's going to cook for her? Like hell she's prepared or wise enough to be in a kitchen on her own. Well...no, okay, that's a generalization and assumption - kids are smart and can be taught to cook pretty young, but...he just doesn't see it in this little thing - no offense, Alice.