I know, right? The trenchcoat should have been more than enough. Why's a person made of snow so cold anyway... A lot of that just didn't make sense.

[He rubs at his head uncertainly and leans against a wall near the fireplace while trying to relax a bit. Even so, he still feels cold, not really paying mind to a cut on his sleeve.]

Really? Is it a good kind of peculiar? [He asks, somewhat insecure.] Riddel, huh? That's a nice name. Like a puzzle! [Smiling, he waves off her apology.] Hey don't mention it, I'm glad to lend a hand where I can.