[ He's tensed back, ready to gather his coat and leave, but he hesitates at her question. ]

Yes. It's.... much worse, in the cold.

[ Konstantin winces again, fighting to ignore its fitful movements, a wet, writhing thing; it nauseates him. He nudges closer to the fireplace, but nothing can compare to the particular relief that Randvi's ability is able to provide. He can no longer read its "thoughts", but it's safe to assume that the alien wants that relief back. ]

And this fog... ahhhh. Making it act up even more than usual. [ He smiles weakly, glancing down at himself as he tries to will a command to his "condition"... ] Stop it. You need to behave yourself.