[He isn't sure if it's relief that he feels upon being found by her or not, but he'll settle for it if it means he can get out of the snow. A shiver runs down his little body as he clings to the helmet lining with one hand, the other wrapping around him. His whole body feels strange to him like this; his mind doesn't want to process that he's feeling fur on his torso.]

[He nods, looking up at her with his blue eyes.] Yeah, it's...it's me. [He tries to keep his composure, but that lasts all of a second.] I don't know how it happened! I was on my way to get something to eat--[Which is partially the truth]--when this happened and I was trapped under my damn helmet! [His voice is even higher as he vocally and physically flails. If she's doubting his story at all, his bootprints in the snow will corroborate his story.]