Basch pokes his head out where he's been organizing blankets, some dragged over from the rest of Craigcrook, and some that they managed to uncover from their own closets and drawers. There are a LOT of blankets, actually, most of them fuzzy, not that he'll confess to buying them or anything if the subject comes up. He can always blame the Vaels.
"Hey." He calls. "People sounds like a good way to try dealing with whatever this is. I think we've got enough blankets to last a while, at least directly. And I'll head on out then."