Her presence gets him to turn, like he can see her if he glances out of the corner of his eye (which he can't, as usual - it's still just the same, constant pitch black) and his head tips in acknowledgement of her presence.

"Moving helps me think," he says flatly. A bit dismissive, sure, but he has better things to struggle with than verbal conversation. "Not the worst I've felt and still had to work, anyway."

Still worse than some... most of his hangovers. Worse than the coma. But overall... yeah it's fucking awful. But the statement still stands.

"Besides, I'd rather not risk us getting frozen into our house if the weather does get worse."