Doc's glad that she kept the scarf - and is wearing it - and that he has several more of his own. His is wrapped up around his neck, but his ears are covered by his hair, and his beard helps keep his face warm too.

"Bout what it feels like in Liberty, right now," he comments, idly, as they walk along the path. The carrots are tucked under one arm and his coffee is in his other hand, otherwise they'd be stuffed into his pockets. "Cept it's snowin' already out there."