Yeah--um. Thanks. I don't wanna put you into any trouble, but really--it's fuckin' cold.

[Johnny wheels inside once given some room to move, gently pushing the door closed behind him. Inside, it's even more apparent that he's freezing as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to cough into, watching Izumi with an oddly cautious eye.]

D'you know how long the snow's supposed to last?

[He hates small talk, but this at least is relevant and has a purpose.]

I only just figured out how the fireplace works, but...yeah. No matches. Hope it warms up soon, because Jesus, it's awful out there.