The switch in weather - and pretty much everything else - is going to take time to get used to. It was always bad enough when things were moved around in places he was used to by carelessness, but this - the entire landscape is different to him now, and it felt a little like he's back to square one because of it. It was a bit disorienting at first, but now - a few days in - he's starting to at least see the charm in it. It's a step up from just being pretty annoyed about it when it first happened. Having to carefully map out his own hut all over again in mind so he didn't trip over something and break his neck isn't anything he expected to have to do.
Annie, as always, is patient with him. He's been tending to stick around her a lot more than usual until he gets his bearings again. It's not as though he can't do it by himself, but the extra set of eyes makes things go a little quicker. She never makes him ask for the help, and that alone makes it easier to just think of it as hanging out together. He's just a little more distracted than he usually is.
He'll say one thing, though - he's more thankful for his laser cane now than he'd been when he first got it.
It's morning again, and it's flurrying lightly. He goes out with Annie toward the changed Compound anyway to go get coffee and food, covered up in the
charcoal-colored frock coat that had magically come into his possession, replacing one of his old items of clothing. He was linked arm-in-arm with her - something comfortingly familiar in a place that's still got too many new elements to his liking.
"I'm starting to think I need to find myself a top hat," he jokes, breaking the comfortable silence that'd fallen between them. They're nearly to the Compound already, which he's glad about - he's mostly figured the main areas out there. "You know, finish the outfit."