He's seen her in the kitchens more than once (he likes to pop in now and then to snag something before being shooed away), and she certainly has an air of curiosity to her that he can appreciate. His eyes glance up from his work briefly so he can cast her a smile. "Well, if the weather is off, your first goal will most likely be to find more suitable shelter. Caves over overhanging rocks help. If you're still stuck outside and it's raining, well... not too many people are going to be keen on trying to keep a fire going anyway. That's a night for jerky."

Metaari laughs a little as he sets a grate over the fire, lifted up by sticks he has buried into the dirt around the pit. "Wind is a bit easier to cope with. If you've a spare cloth--a blanket, someone's extra large cloak, what have you--you can string it up on whichever side of the fire the wind is coming from. That'll usually do a fair job of blocking it."