Ratchet pulls the jacket he'd managed to remember to collect closer around himself and hisses a soft breath from between his teeth, narrowing his eyes as it puffs in front of him visibly. He nods back at Kaidan though--as much as he hates the cold, he hates not knowing what the hell is going on much more.

"This isn't my usual thing," he says, his own voice pitched low. "I'll follow your lead."