Grinning, he shifts his grip, flipping up and over and twisting so that he can drop down onto the porch. Fingerless gloves don't do much to protect his fingers, though the jacket might be a bit warmer. Snow falls from it in clumps as he reaches up, drawing back a cap he wears and letting it fall back against his shoulders.

"It is. Mine and my sisters," he says, moving to open the door and pushing it open before stepping back, gesturing with a wide motion that is nearly a bow to let her in. "As for the roof, it's comfortable. I admit, I wasn't sure if you were friend or foe. Sorry for the scare," he says, still smiling. "Come on. Get by the fire and warm up. I'm Jacob."