He can hear someone approaching, but there's no sounds that say the person is armored so Anders is relaxed as he continues what he's doing, only looking up when they get close. His fairly neutral expression turns warm when he recognizes her.

"Mia. What brings you out here?" He shifts the bundle of herbs into the corner of an elbow, making sure he's got a hand free in case she stumbles in the snow. Then again, she doesn't seem the sort of woman who would be wearing fancy, high-heeled shoes in the snow, so maybe she doesn't need it. No matter. At least he's prepared.

"Did the tavern songs finally get scandalous? Or did you need a little air?"