[ Tezcatlipoca is looking up in the way that’s pretty identifiable to any Outsider at this point. It’s the telltale sign of using the implants messaging systems, or in this case? Waiting for it to light up, really… He’s just as bundled up as Silco and just as sour about being here, so the question gets him to click his tongue. ]

Not yet… The fuck is everyone doin’? All these helpful fuckers and they can’t come get a damn door?

[ He groans, maybe a bit exaggerated, then sidles closer to Silco. Maybe he’s not giving him a big hug (yet), but it’s at least somewhat warmer when they’re shoulder to shoulder. ]

I mean, figure it ain’t snowy underground, but up top where you’re from not exactly a cold place either, huh?