[ The idea of someone worrying about him just because of his age is something that doesn't track well for him. The only worry he's dealt with fairly often is the kind that comes when he makes a stupid decision that could put both himself and the future to come at risk.

His face screws up in mock offense. ]

Bite me. [ He says, mouth turned up in a grin as he wipes his boots off and shrugs a little to get the last remnants of snow off. ] Looked for a bit, most of it was not in my size, figured I'd check back later, but the snow is getting hard to navigate. So: layers. Anyway, I grew up in LA and South America.

[ What would he have needed winter gear for? ]