(OOC: Sorry, just been a little unwell and out of it for the last day or two.)

Sack full of food slung over his shoulder, Richard walks confidently across the snow (at least, once he figures out how to get around with snowshoes on). This wasn't anything he was used to, and life in the Shelter hadn't exactly equipped him with skills for being outdoors, but he wasn't going to let anything like that stop him approaching the situation with the surety that they'd figure it out well enough. So far, that seemed to be working, with Sean's help - they were definitely lucky to have been exiled with someone who'd been out here before. It wasn't comfortable, sure, no amount of overconfidence and fur clothing could deny that, but still.

He does still keep alert as best he can in the conditions, keeping a hand free if he can help it to quickly grab his weapon if someone dangerous appears in the snow or trees. He might be a trusting sort, but the conversation they'd had with the Waffle House's leadership had made it clear that there could be dangerous people out here, although part of him was still pretty sure he'd be able to talk out any problems they came across.