So that would be a no to recognizing him, considering he kept his head attached at his neck, or at least he wasn't staring down a weapon. Ol' Winter hadn't been that great about hiding emotions thanks to being blanked so much, so when it was wearing down, there seemed to be an odd amount of expression that bled through.

Maybe it raised his confidence about his chances here. The kind of confidence some stupid jerk garnered when encountering a bear that didn't immediately eat them and thus would prompt some notion of taking a selfie with the damn thing.

The smile was actually creepy to him, but he hid his reaction away. Instead, he returned to unscrewing the rest of the panel he was working on, dumping it down on the snowy ground as he went digging for whatever goodies were held within.

"Lone rider or something? I wouldn't mind someone watching my back if you want to hang around in the vicinity."