The young man on the crutches nodded hello to those who came after him. "Hi Veronica. Doctor. Bella." He put names with faces, and then put them in his mind, filing them away the way he'd been taught. Details, details.
Dick frowned thoughtfully out of one of the long windows. The snow hissed just beyond the glass surface, and he could feel the temperature start to plunge fast enough that it sank through his jackets and sweatshirt. He had a spare thought of concern for his acquaintances here in the City. Smart enough to get under cover, most of 'em, he thought. Except the damn magic-types. They can just magic themselves some cover. Unless they accidentally drop a house on their own heads. Turning on one crutch easily and navigating through the chairs and tables with admirable grace, Dick followed the older blonde woman toward the kitchen. "That's a good thing. Ovens are good. I'm starting to think this snow might not let up anytime soon. It's getting pretty cold in here."