As soon as he ducks through the doorway, Maine's gaze follows the dogs. Their delight brings another shadow of a smile to the big man's face. No small feat, considering how much Maine hates stepping out into the cold.

That dislike could be a result of the temperature-controlled armor that Maine's used to wearing. But the Freelancer is pretty sure he's always disliked cold weather. Maybe because he rarely had to deal with it when growing up.

"Seasons here?" he asks. Which may be an odd question, but Maine knows that some planets are sorely lacking in variety.