Jude looks up, if only briefly. It doesn't feel like a moment to treat with too much eye contact. "You're welcome," he grates back, voice just naturally low and rough. He doesn't use it much for anything at all.

"I don't know what kind of place you're from," and he's not really asking. "But here, we don't really let anybody freeze to death or starve. Everyone does what they can, especially now that it's cold. If you ask questions, people will try to answer. If you need something, we'll try to get it, there's just--not a lot. Of stuff or of people."