Someone guarded, huh. It doesn't go over Haku's head that the other man completely dismissed his question, which means that he doesn't feel like giving out his name to some stranger. Which isn't that bad of a thing, since it's not like Haku felt like giving his own out in return either. But it at least tells him enough about the guy having a mindset at least similar to his own right now. A little paranoid, maybe, but mostly guarded, careful.

For a moment he starts there, assessing just how genuine the other's question is. It could be that he's just another person trapped in this place trying to find out.. well, it's not like answering the question can hurt when there's not much of an interesting reply to it. There's no dirt on Haku in it, that's for sure.

"Not much." He answers in a tone that's a lot more casual all of a sudden. As if they're not two people staring each other down in the middle of all this snow - it's almost ridiculous-looking, really. But it's the mask he's the most used to wearing, and the first one he falls back onto when he's as mentally exhausted as he is. "A lot more snow. There's a house if you keep going straight, but there aren't many useful things in there."