Thunk. Thunk. The sound of heavy combat boots echoed in the silent, dark night. It came from behind her in her weak search, before a man called out to her. He was the wearer of the black boots, with a heavy black winter coat, and snow pants. The hood up, it was near impossible to see his face except for the thick red beard. "Ah! Alyssa ol' pal! Been so long!" He jogged up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and pressing her against his side, with a low whisper. "I can see you ain't okay. Stay with me." He unzipped his jacket with his free hand, and opened it up, gesturing to her. "You're gonna freeze, lass. Stay inside. If you really can't make it, I'll carry ya."