Friendship wasn't something that was even remotely on Dominic's agenda. Sure Tallis and Marlena both told him to be friendlier to these people, but he didn't see the point. Why try and befriend the people you were going to screw over? Plus, friendships only weighed a person down and made survival that much harder when you started to care about other people. He knew it was a cold way of looking at things, but that way had kept him alive this long, hadn't it? Noah didn't strike him as someone who was looking for a close friend though. So striking up a conversation with the guy wouldn't hurt anything. If nothing else it might make him look a little less shifty to leadership if someone besides Mya spoke to him willingly on occasion.
Dominic wasn't the smiling sort, but an amused expression did flicker across his features at the other man's reply. "You might be one of the few people in this place that feels that way," not that it bothered him or anything. He wasn't here to make friends. But if Tallis plan was going to work he should probably stop trying to make enemies.
Carding a hand through his hair, Dominic glanced sidelong at Noah when he brought up the weather. "Yeah, that seems to be what half this place is always bitching about." He didn't mind the cold. Sure he'd prefer to be back in Louisiana, but complaining about that wasn't going to change things. "Especially the teenagers." Or at least a couple of them. But he supposed they didn't have anything else to do, so complaining may just be their default setting.