[Hearing the rumble and feeling the cold air seeping further in, Eustace frowns a little as he gazes out towards the entrance before glancing over at Tifa. He could handle whatever temperature drop, but this weather has been so unpredictable...

He stands, reaching for his holster before quickly buckling it around his hips.]

Not yet, but with the weather as it is it's difficult to say if one will pass over briefly or last the night. Wait here—I'll gather some more wood and see what else I can find.

[And before she can protest he'll have stepped away to head out, pointedly leaving behind is cloak instead of putting it on before leaving.]