Avery stared back at Lina, probably doing that weird deer-in-headlights thing for a few seconds. When she spoke, he blinked, momentarily confused at how she would've known who he was. It only heightened the feelings of paranoia he'd had since he'd discovered that he was locked in his room. How'd she know his name? He had no idea who she was. Finally he remembered the journals and conversing with several people about the snow and the cold. That was how. Of course.
Feeling silly, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm Avery. Freezin', too." That might have been the understatement of the decade. Now that he was someplace at least marginally warmer, he could feel his skin tingling and his arms and legs actually itching beneath the layered clothing he wore. He moved closer mostly so he wouldn't make a fool of himself by scratching madly, like he didn't look foolish enough being dressed like he was. He saw what she was taking out and said, "I might have to grab one of those to wear back to the house." Wearing a garment someone else might've worn without washing in between didn't thrill him, but he had plenty of clothes on next to his skin.