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Disneymaniac Conan was covered, from head to toe in clothing. He had a hat, scarf, gloves, hood. EVERYTHING. But he was still standing on the steps, so he was still in the building. Why had he agreed to follow Treyen? It was a stupid idea. It was far too cold. And there was white stuff on the floor. Maybe somebody exploded a giant bag of flour of the towers. It was a mess anyway.
He watched Treyen walk away from him, well he was hoping Conan would follow. He nodded to his friend. "Yes," he mumbled through his scarf.
Huh? What did he say? Yes? Okay, maybe the earmuffs didn't allow for Conan to hear properly. Or maybe he understood something else, like...this is the furthest, yes? Probably.
"But you were on the ship," he was no hallucination, Treyen had seen Conan on the ship. Er, whatever.
"Do you get snow back home?" because he's never asked that, and while he kind of figured that his answer was going to be 'No', he still asked to make sure Conan was hearing him.