[ He moves closer, the winds letting up further as he wants to get a look at whoever is talking to him- it's strange being talked to at all, by anyone. People usually avoid the winter spirit.

Damn... he looks like he's about to freeze where he stands. As much as Jack is trying to cause chaos out here, he isn't looking to kill people. ]

You're supposed to stay inside. Do you have a death wish? [ He lets out a frustrated huff, annoyed that he's going to have to let up on the storm because one mortal was foolish enough to walk outside seeking him out. ]

You're a pain, you know that? [ But sure enough, the storm is gradually starting to calm down. This isn't the type of thing he can wait on, not when a person probably has mere minutes before they suffer severe consequences if he doesn't cut it out. ] Get back to your shelter so I can get back to my work.