Arik shivered slightly as the heat from the heaters in the cabin rattled slowly to life, the cold air steadily yet slowly being pushed out through the walls as hotter air came to fill the place that was now their refuge.  He took off the other glove, tossing them into a pile not too far away from the door that he stood in front of, and then he reached to unbutton, unzip, and then pull off the large, dark green ski jacket that he'd been wearing.  Now, he was in a pale blue ski jacket with dark blue lining as he unzipped that which was little more than a windbreaker.  He heard Emma speak, something about boardgames, which made him smile a little bit as he looked into a room and found what looked to be a pair of full-size beds in it.  Not a lot, but they were already decked out with blankets and such on top of them.  "Found some beds." he called out, not elaborating any more.  It was all that needed said, after all.<br/><br/>The redhead walked back to where he'd piled the gloves, and he dumped off the ski jacket, glancing around to see where everyone else was.  It was then that he toppled over, a sharp pain erupting from his right ankle as he gasped harshly.  Whatever it had been outside, he hadn't managed to escape completely unscathed.  He struck the floorboards hard, wincing in pain as he moved to sit now, reaching down to pull off the ski boot and pull up the pants, the sock also coming off.  All of his clothes were wet, whether from outside or from perspiration, he wasn't certain.  Still, he flexed the foot and shuddered.  "Ow." he muttered.  His ankle was swelling up, and looked rather bruised.  On first glance, it did look like a sprain... if it had been broken, he doubted he'd have gotten as far as he had before feeling it like he did now.