[It took him a second to think through what she'd said, her dialect making it complicated.]

We are close? [He squinted slightly at the biting wind. He peered past her and did a quick assessment of the clearing. A lot of snow. And then at the sun, which was mostly just trying to figure out where the brightest part in the cloudy grey sky was. They had a couple hours of sunlight left at the most.]

Take turns breaking the snow? [He offered, pushing past her.] The trees are not so far. And we should make it before nightfall, yes?