[ He makes a light noise, and only through their shared Communion is it clear that the feeling behind it is light interest. No snow, huh? There was at least snow at the very tops of mountains, but even so, it's not like there's much comparison to be made. From her height alone, he can guess that she's (probably) not from any version of his world. ]

...Y'know, yeah, why not. We'll be hangin' for a bit, and unfortunately if you want to smoke— [ He pats at his breastpocket with a grin, since it's where he has it stored. ] We're gonna have to be outside, probably. Coffee works. Black.