Patchouli was not exactly dressed for winter weather. Her usual pajama-like outfit was meant for something more temperate, probably. Still, she didn't seem to bothered by the cold? Not like Istas was, not that she'd caught sight of her yet.

"Well, this is new," she noted -- aloud, but still to herself. So she began to explore a little.

Eventually, of course, she came across Istas clawing at a door in frustration. One thought came to mind almost instantly, so maybe, she thought, it was the right one to express:

"Did you get locked out of your house, or something?" She didn't even notice the huge gouges in the door yet, not paying her usual attention to detail.