Jack grinned. "Well, didn't you pick a great time to arrive? 'Hello, you're Here. Today we're serving disaster'." He shook his head. "Ah, well. You play the hand you're dealt, right?"
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'skills'.
"Okay, my idea is to build a room out of snow. Somewhere people can come to relax, like a rec room. Are you from a time and place that you know what I mean? A hang-out zone, Maybe ice blocks from the lake for windows..."