"A cat," he confirms woefully. "I stepped on his tail on accident and he bolted out." Sure, it's probably more than a little his fault for deliberately getting underfoot, repeatedly, even when lightly shoved out of the way, but that doesn't make him feel any better. It's cold.

"Have you see him? He's very light grey, with white ears and toes?" It's not like Lance can probably see much, as bundled as he is, but Detlef has to ask.