[ admittedly, it isn't a bad sensation to share the warmth of another in weather as harsh as this. even between a glove and mitten. callisto being survival-minded keeps it to that though and makes sure to keep his pace even so she doesn't accidentally misstep. if she notices, there is definitely some mild strength to his grip.

when they enter, he knows it's her home, not just because it was obviously her door and "space" by extension— but that it fit the profile of the same woman he had encountered in the bookstore. in that sense, despite it being entirely new to him, there's an odd sense of comprehension at that. but, no doubt, it was a strange room. closer to a prison than anything else. obviously, he knows and can't say anything about the technology present, but...

it's peculiar. before he can pin point on anything specific, he also hears that sound and he instantly stiffens. quietly: ] Let's hope whatever it is... a dagger is enough to fight it off. [ this is why he should find a replacement sword as quickly as he can, really.

that said, he doesn't seem afraid despite being heavily on guard. he keeps confidence as he leads them closer to the door. despite something being heard in the door, it seems to be moving. all too muffled. was something really there?

could it be something else? ] I'm assuming you're not storing anyone captive here, my lady?

[ it's a joke, despite this being no situation to. ]