They appear in front of him and his hands go up to defend himself against a sudden threat. His fists ball up before he registers that they're not attacking him? They're just standing there, and he has too much momentum to stop.

He smashes into their chest, grabbing a handful of their robes and gasping in surprise. It takes him a second to fully register what happened, and by the time he does, his fingers are beginning to tingle in the sudden chill.

"F-fuck, you're cold," he mutters, taking a step back and releasing their robe, rubbing his hands together to warm them again. He's not as warm as a living person by any means, but he's definitely not cold like that.