You hear shuffling footsteps, and turn to see Zhackie carrying a bunch of garbage, literally garbage. The current temperatures have made his usual coat very useful, or at least more useful than before. He had his black fur hood up, and his face was covered by a black scarf, but the crimson hair and the coat were a clear sign he was in fact Zhackie. He turns to face you as he notices you. "Kai?" Rom who was following close behind also turns.