"'Ot pan?" Gibney echoed the term with a confused expression, he obviously never having heard of such a thing before. He shrugged, holding out both big palms to show that no, whatever that thing was, he did not have one. Sharp teeth closed over his lower lip at the suggestion, one side of his nose wrinkling up a bit. Well, he had been going, quite literally for days, and probably could use a rest. "A'right..." he muttered, shaking a bit more snow off his jeans. "But no funny business," he announced with a suspicious look. One more short huff and he did shift his form under the blankets, a long, heavy yawn leaving him.