"Hm, no. Squirrels are a bit too cute for such a comparison. Perhaps something more akin to a rat? Or one of those hairless wrinkled sorts?" Locke offered in all good humor. The fact that they were essentially climbing for their lives seemed to matter quite little - as long as it didn't take away from his time to banter with Jean. "Oh, but you were so many years younger and so much more spry in that time; I'm not sure your old bones could take such stress in these times."
Though he had no experience with the cliffs in service to the Lady, Locke had spent many of his days climbing into or out of windows on the upper floors of buildings - and that wasn't counting grappling over the side of cliffs for a cheap thrill or sliding down the side of a glass tower. Of course, those instances rarely came with slippery snow or ice but Locke was good at improvising.
"Oh, I don't know. I think it's rather cheery and fine," he responded with a sour note as he accepted the offered hand up. Once he was settled and sure that there was no chance of falling down to the pleasure of the creatures below, he carefully shrugged the pack from his back. This was held out in offering to Jean as Locke grinned with superficial cheer. "Here. I know that the prospect of changing on a tree branch is something a bit novel but you might find these to be a bit better than what you're currently wearing."