Dustin's hackles rise, partially because he's received yet another obvious answer that carries no useful information for him, but also out of anxiety at Link balancing on the lip of the rooftop. Evidence suggests that, if he's climbed up a whole-ass building on his own, this shouldn't be an issue for him, either, and yet Dustin can't help impulsively worrying anyway.

The rooftop is mostly barren, much like the rest of the city below. A thick blanket of white covers the flat, paved area, broken up only by a small, Dustin-sized trough carved through it from the stairwell entrance on the far side to the spot near the edge with the campfire. The campfire itself looks well-established, with char marks on the exposed rooftop paving underneath suggesting frequent use some time in the not-so-distant past. Similarly, Dustin looks like he's been sitting up here for a while. His many layers of sweaters, outer coat, shaggy hair and heavy eyebrows are all fringed with frost, and in spite of all the clothes, he still manages to look quite small and cold.

"What exactly were you expecting to find?" Dustin asks acerbically, folding his arms tight.