Baze has finally broken out the coat that came in his backpack, and the overalls as well, packed in now with several layers as he trudges out into the frozen village first thing in the morning. Ice everywhere like this is not particularly familiar to him, but the cold is-- his moon may be a desert, but it's a desert just on the edge of habitable distance from its star. So he's dressed as appropriately as he can with the supplies he's been given.

And he's walking very carefully, using Chirrut's staff both for support and to dig into the ice where it's the most slippery to break it up and make sure it won't crack on its own under his weight.

He spots Ned at the small tree and crunches his way over there. "A young tree?" he says, a little skeptical about what is keeping the man's attention so about it. It's just a tree.