Why not come this way? I'm not going to find anything by standing around.

[ The answer is low and listless, as he has little and less interest in shouting over the wind. The freezing cold causes him to shiver, his face is pale and likely frostbitten, bits of snow cling to his hair, but he's managed this long already. The trenchcoat on him still a bit too big, but he's buttoned it up and stuffed his hands into his pockets. ]

The only room worth exploring is blocked, so I'm going back for now.

[ He continues on as though he were talking about something as dull and mundane as a normal school, albeit an empty one. ]