Now there's a face Amelia hasn't seen in a while. Funny how it was snowing heavily the last time she saw him, too. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she approaches the poor snow-covered man.

"Haven't you learned by now that this place likes to change everything when you're not looking?"

It's not really an answer, but it comes with a consolation prize: Seeing as the rogue is out in her wool-blend clothes, she'll take the cloak off her shoulders and offer it to Chris. "Here. Take this until we find you something not soaked through and a hot drink. And before you ask, I'm fine without it." Apparently she's not going to take 'no' for an answer here.