"That work better'n' a scarf?" he calls to him as his usually deft hands fumble with the unfamiliar packaging. His wet scarf might suffocate him, and he's in no hurry to find out if vampires, weakened in this world as they are, need air to live. He also rolls his coat into the snow to wet it.

"Ever fought a fire before?" Louis has jumped into a burning house before, but then he had his vampiric healing and only one life to save. Even now he shies away from the direct angle of the smoke.

"What about the animals?"