Once he realizes he's talking to the snow and not her, she swooped in so fast, Blaine half turns to eye her and what she's wearing. He closes the door after the dog passes the threshold and laughs at her barely visible eyes. Raising a hand, he bats at the fur trimmed hood, causing it to flop down and block out her vision.

"Lots and lots of layers," he answered, putting a rolled up cloth of some kind at the base of the door to prevent air from leaking in. Walking around her, he adjusts the hood of the parka so that it'll fit properly without blocking her sight. As cute as it was to see her peering out from under it, falling face first into the snow wouldn't help her stay warm, parka or not.

"I'm not used to this cold either, but it helps I've always run so hot."