Everything was as quiet as it was going to be. In a way the wind was a relief, as Miles didn't have to twitch or start at every sound outside their little ramshackle haven. The cold was stressful enough as it was, seeping through layers and he hunkered in even more securely against Peter's side. The shivering becoming more of a constant as time ticked by, but that didn't stop a faint huff of a chuckle at the story Peter told him.

"I think everyone gets lost in Newark at least once in their life. Like a universal constant." He let his head tilt back, thumping lightly against the heavy plastic of the barrel they were sitting by, though the twist in his gut was because of the opposite. If anything happened here, there'd be no family back home to worry sick. If not for Genke he could vanish and no one would be the wiser, not really.

"Mom... always said to think about being lost as a chance to learn something new about the world." He huffed slightly, the sound a little wry. "I think she just didn't want me getting scared if I got turned around, but not a terrible way to look at things."