Cricket hasn't tried to go back to Harley's place. It's bound to have been looted by now, and even if not he's not sure it's a great idea to go back alone. He's got the Pokemon with him, in their balls, tucked close against his body, so all he can do is hope the greenhouse didn't get busted so that the plants will be okay.

Actually, some of the plants bite back, so there's a chance they'll defend themselves as long as they have shelter. It's not that he wants to go back after the thaw and find out they've ripped someone's arm off, but he's feeling a little hostile right now and it'd serve 'em right.

He's not sure how to feel about the men he's shot, but he's decided in the meantime he'd prefer not to court any situation where he'll have to do such a thing again. So he settles in the Cafe where Steve leaves him, and strips off his leg braces, relying on his cane alone for now, until the blisters the straps rubbed into the skin calm and heal up a little.

The good news is that means he can wear warmer shoes, though, and while he appreciates the thought that he needs company, he's also way more used to solitude, and if there's a lull in the wind he slips outside to test the battered boots he's been loaned, planting his cane in the snow with each step as he walks.