Charles thinks he's got this whole snow-traveling thing down by now. He's finally got some boots, a shawl to put around his face, and some sunglasses to block the glare from the snow. He's also got his trusty hatchet, of course, which... Charlie has recently applied googly eyes to, but you know. Still very functional. And intimidating. Which is the important part.

He tries to take point while they explore around, since he'd prefer the other two don't get killed by something, and also he's got the longest legs, so he just kind of winds up ahead by default. So naturally, when they approach the gas station, he's the one in first.

As usual, he's cautious to the point of overdoing it, slowly leveraging the door open, peering in, glancing side to side- shit, there's something there. Charles steps in fully, not wanting to be caught halfway through the door, and raises the hatchet in both hands... and lowers it almost immediately.

Jesus Christ, it's just a kid. A kid holding a spoon, which is... weird... but he'll just assume that he didn't have anything else to fight with.

Charles steps in further to let the other two enter behind him.

"Haven't seen you before." He looks the kid up and down. Nope, hasn't seen that face, he doesn't think. Has he heard that voice though? Maybe. "You one of the new ones?"