He looks up at her with narrowed eyes for a moment... but turns away. It does feel very cold in there. He laps up a few mouthfuls (rock rolling is hard work!) and stalks back to the pile. "Good thing too," he says, figuring that the food topic is a safe one. "If I have to eat any more berries I may as well fall over and die." It's an exaggeration, but he hasn't tasted meat since his arrival.

He turns his attention to the stones. Levers and rollers sound simple enough in principle, but he's never seen any in action. But he's not going to be deterred as long as he can do something. The ground is littered with twigs, but they might as well be small logs for him. He takes one in his mouth and drags him over to the pile...