Caught. He peeks from around the corner, feeling a thrill of...something...at being seen when he didn't want to be. It's fear, but biting and harsher than he's used to.

"Ah - no. No, I'm not much of a climber," which is a lie, "I just came by to see how things are going." And that's mostly a truth. His gaze is too direct; it might be a trick of the light but his eyes are a brighter green than their usual.

He steps out into the open, closer to the snow wall, and finally unlocks his gaze from Katrina to look it up and down. "So deep..." he says under his breath, as much to himself as to her.