"Oh, dear!" The droid shouts over the sounds of combat, but he's quick to start following the path, trudging through the snow with a renewed need for, well. Survival. He's not a battle droid (although right now, he's wishing to the Maker that he was, maybe then he'd be much less terrified at the moment).

Nevertheless, he's careful in his movements, he's not designed for this sort of travel, and as such, he could easily lose control of this situation and slip on the ice and snow.