The furrow of his brow gets as deep as it can on his features, eyes shifting in a habitual check on the trees around them before they settle back on Zoey. Thankfully, he was a reader when he felt like it, and his choice of book was generally sci-fi, so he's got some understanding of what that all meant. That didn't stop him from wanting more detail.

"Huh?" It took another full half second before his brain skids back into gear. Right, his face. A split in his eyebrow, a split in his lip, bruise flowering on his cheek - the ache of it all blended to well with the punishing cold.

"Oh-" He shakes his head. "I'm fine. Had and given worse. It'll be gone in a week an a half. Pretty sure I can avoid the stitches this time. Wasn't havin' a great night to start with, this is just a shitty cold cherry on top." Bitching wouldn't get him out of the storm any faster or back home any faster, so he wouldn't waste the energy on it.

"But I appreciate the offer. Handy skills to have around out here, I imagine. Keep you busy?"