He wasn't looking at her as he kept poking around the cabin, hoping that the movement of snooping would keep him warm until he could find something better. Who the hell didn't have at least two blankets in a place that snowed randomly? "They're not common where I'm from. Summer is heat. Winter is... cold but it doesn't really snow in California."

If he were warm and inside or bundled up against the cold, maybe he could appreciate the snow more. He probably would love it at any other time, but when he was dressed in summer clothes, his admiration took a backseat to survival.