"I don't hate it," he admits, shrugging a shoulder. "What I do hate is that feeling... where you can't get warm no matter what you do." It's a rare, candid answer. There was no 'proper heat' to be found where he had arrived from either and he'd rather not be reminded that he was dragged off his path, at least not for one night.
"This seems like a good way to ring it in." Tony gestures around, even as he curls in on himself a bit. He can't completely open up to the people here, but he still wants to save them. The problem is, how many here are fleeing something worse by staying? It's a deep moral conflict lately; one that he's not sure has a practical resolution.