Bodhi never expects much of climate control, as long as it's within the range of human tolerance. And the cool in the air has been soothing and soft, keeping a little of the discomfort of the fever off. It makes him a little less reluctant to step through the door, though he does hesitate on the threshold, the near-silence of the trees calling him back to the unthreatening, uncomplicated promise of fog and silence. It's luck Kira keeps talking or he might have followed the momentary mad impulse to run for it, make good his escape. Escape from what, he isn't sure.

"The... boiler...? No, I..." If it's just supposed to regulate the air temperature, though, there are only a few energy efficient ways to do that, and none of those are very mechanically complicated. He's figured out a lot of odd little things over the years. It wasn't like podunk cargo routes had very steady maintenance crews, and if you couldn't pop on your goggles and make do, you risked a nasty, lonely death. "I'll take a look."