Once she's offered the blanket he hooks it around his shoulders, wraps it around himself (including over his lap, for some small modesty) and tries to shiver himself warmer. Still, he does at least make an effort to sit up straight -- to try and muster some dignity despite the awkward situation.

"The first," he admits. "You were expecting more?"

His eyes flit around the cave, brow furrowing in thought as he takes in the crystalline structure. It doesn't appear, on the surface, full of other people -- nor the sort of place he'd expect them to be constantly arriving. Then again, he did just emerge from a crystal. He supposes his expectations on this will need to be... adjusted.