Steve looks at him, then at the walls and ceiling of the short crevasse they were standing in. The wind was lessened by the stone, the angle of the entrance preventing a direct blast. The floor too was angled down and out so there was no build-up of water from the rain. He nods and smiles at the kid agreeably. The guys are inside though, they just need to open the door.
He nods to say no and holds up four fingers while pointing towards the door. But Dylan doesn’t understand.
Dylan: It’s ok Steve. We can sleep here.
Steve looks back towards him and then up to the camera with a look of resignation. Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea. Some sleep was better than no sleep, even with a granite pillow.