Your parents got the right idea. Good aim's gotten me outta a lotta jams. [He stands back up, dusting some of the snow off of his coat. Having it all melt and freeze him on the spot is not a good idea. It's bad enough it's already melted into his hair.]

Now we oughta get you warmed up, non? You stayin' wit' anyone?

[Please say it's the X-gang, because he at least knows where they live.]