It's almost calming to see how disturbed the other man is. Considering how casual he'd been up to that point. There's something like humanity in there after all. It puts a man more at ease.

Still Lyall sits and watches the reactions to each question answered. "Three we've found bodies for. One we couldn't recover, either. The snow is hard to move through and even harder to retrace steps through. Whatever these things are, they're good at not getting caught. Always seem to be after people who don't have much hope of fighting back."

"Makes sense," he points out with a shrug. "Easy targets. Normal people who are on the outskirts. People who are trying to stay put in the storm, or travelling through it."