She only gets to keep that palm up for so long before a muzzle is nosing into it with the insistence that the pets commence - Magnet's rather relentless in his need for attention. Manabu gives the dog a slightly pained look before his focus shifts back to the woman, his brow still knit with a little concern as she answers.

"A-aa...so. I mean--are you okay? It's gotta be awfully cold." That's how snow works, right? He has no sense for the temperature shifts this season; he's always cold until he's not, and even then, it's always just fleeting flashes and flushes - little lightning strikes of heat that come and go as his blood dictates.