[Nice and soaked and cold. Luke lets out what seems to be a quiet shriek and a verbal keysmash as he shoots his hands up to flail at his hair and try to get the snow out; he can't exactly hear what kind of noises he's making, after all, so he can't just shut himself up or anything. But among those noises:]
G-Guy!
[OH GODDAMMIT THE SNOW DROPPED INTO HIS SCARF NOW IT'S ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK NOOOO]
[Action]
G-Guy!
[OH GODDAMMIT THE SNOW DROPPED INTO HIS SCARF NOW IT'S ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK NOOOO]