"Probably hungry," Lance sighs, and the wince is audible in his voice if not visible under all his layers. "Just a beast, I imagine. But there'll be goats and things."
He's trying to keep a positive outlook, at least secretly, because the last thing anyone needs is a mass panic during a deadly cold snap. "...soldier or two wouldn't go amiss," he adds idly.

That may have been a joke, but Lorne will never prove it in a court of law.