Storm probably knocked out the power lines. It happens. [Stated in a very matter-of-fact sort of tone. He can feel himself instinctively sliding into a practiced rhythm of patter, the sort of thing you'd talk about with small town folks.] Didn't exactly this weather in Maryland, though.

[Numbers pauses, considering his next move. From what he understands, this man is a stranger to this town, same as he is. As antisocial as he is inclined, it would be beneficial to poke him for more information. Especially given the fact that the man seemed to be hiding something in their last encounter.

The cold claws viciously at Numbers' exposed face. If the stranger has no electricity, he has no heat--besides the fireplace, but you'd need to make sure the flue wasn't clogged up with snow. Numbers could take the opportunity to invite him in and try and get him to talk more. Perhaps exchange information about the town, itself.]

So it seems like your options are to stay in your cold, cold house, or to take shelter in a neighbor's home until the power is restored.

[After a beat, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a plastic smile.]

Would you like to come inside?