[ "Impressed" might not be the word for it... though it's true that Allen does have incredibly healthy respect for Cross. Namely for how much of a monster he can be.

At the inquiry about Tim he blinks for a second though, before smiling a little at that. Tim meanwhile, still having crawled up to peek out from his collar, fluffs up and gives a yap before descending back down to curl up in the depth's of his coat again. Somewhere around his middle, judging from the lump. ]

Mn. To be honest, it helps us both a little with the cold.

I guess it's a good thing he's small. [ Although truth be told, even if he were larger—he'd probably still try to crawl into Allen's coat to stay warm. Or just because he likes the attention. Although that does make him consider their situation more—at which point he looks a little concerned. ]

Will you be alright? [ Maybe he should be more concerned about himself and the state of his slowly-freezing nose, but. Allen never really has. ] I tried to start a fire, but—everything here is too damp.

[ Also it's just some old moss from summer that were stuck to the rocks and twigs. Woops. ]