Thorfinn shook his head amused. "I no like. Hot is bad." He waved a hand. He was not fond of the heat he hated how sticky it made him feel when he tried to sleep. The air was different to. While he tried not to bitch to much, namely when no one could understand him and he wasn't the type to complain to much anyway to anyone besides himself... he didn't like the heat at all.

He looked up at the noise of someone else entering. His eyes went to Jo on the other table. Keeping a close watch on the woman who took him in. Looking back to Kate he lifted the knife and started shaving away at the wood. He didn't know what else to say to be honest, he never was the best with words.