"Bohannon?" she replied, though it shouldn't have surprised her that the man was camping out in the middle of a snowstorm. He couldn't have known the island's temperament that well. His drawl was thicker than hers, and that was saying something. Her accent had waned since coming here.
Waving smoke from her face, Sook poked her head through and saw him there. "Bohannon, what on earth are you doing out here in a snowstorm? You'll catch your death of cold!" she said. How he wasn't already frozen she didn't know.