Briar snorted. "Saw them? I spent a few hours playing merry chase with the things, both before and after running into the strange blonde woman."

He then considered Pluto's question. "You have a very strange way of dressing, and I'm sure I'd've remembered seeing someone dressed like you are... especially given the temperatures. And aren't you cold?"

Were it not for his mind being on other things, Briar was sure that he would be noticing the cold a lot more than he had. He was a plant-mage, after all, and his familiarity with plants often lead to a similar dislike of the cold.