[The footholds are familiar to Finland, and he waits until he's sure she's safe before he follows. He brushes the snow off the roof, and then settles down, all the while thinking of how to reply.]

Uh. Well. I guess you could say he's my counterpoint over there. We meet a lot to make sure we're all working along the same lines and compare notes. And he's Swedish, so... It's not really much of a story! [Well. it's not entirely lying?]