He's never been more thankful to be near something Cassandra's related to. Anders gives Pel a smile in return and joins in the jog, only tripping over his feet in the snow once or twice. Twice, really, but he's deliberately trying not to count.

Anders presses himself against the wall near the door once they get there, peering in carefully. "I don't see anyone. Take the next position?" Hopefully this works. It tends to in books... but he also knows an author or two. They take liberties sometimes.