He's not facing her at first, busy hanging his head to shake the snow out then buried in a towel trying to stave off a cold he can feel incoming. His voice, however, remains clear and sharp.

"Were you paying attention at all? One of the students sabotaged the performance." Tenn trails off in his sulking as he surfaces from the linens and turns to look at who's speaking, a startled blink interrupting his glare. Oh… the blizzard was not kind to her. His hands tighten on his own towel, then he reaches out to fetch a fresh one and hands it to her with a tempered tone.

"Here. You’ll feel better once you’re warm."