"It's cool. I know how cold it can get out there." Knew how small men like Roman could be susceptible as well, though at least he isn't visibly sick. He'd have offered to look up shelters in the area if he had seen something physically wrong with him. As it stands though, he's not thinking he wants that kind of help.

Instead he'll finish off his apple, toss it in the trash and stand, moving around the store to water some of the plants he had neglected earlier, fluff up a display or try not to hit his head on the various hanging baskets. "I don't have any honeysuckle in here, but I'll let you take one on your way if you're going to spread the word around."