If it's out there we are going, we need a plan and supplies.

[They couldn't just walk out with nothing. They would surely die then. Zevran really wasn't on planning that. He takes two of the blankets that he has gathered on his body off and with a smile he offers them to Bucky.]

Well met, Bucky. I am Zevran, but my friends call me Zev. Here, even if you are use to it. I bet that handsome face doesn't look good with frost bite.

[He starts to make a mental checklist now. They had some protection from the cold, but they would need weapons just in case something happened, or if they could hunt. He's already grabbed a kitchen knife, but a few more wouldn't hurt. Maybe he can even find a bow if he is lucky.]

We should search the rooms before we leave. Something of use could be there.