[ Hands in his trench coat's pockets, Castiel follows the gesture to watch the other residents as well, laughing, playing together. He smiles. ]

They do, don't they?

[ After a quiet moment of watching, and still keeping his eyes towards the people frolicking in the distance, Castiel ventures a guess. ]

That person you're thinking of, who would be happier without the snow... They're not here on the station, I take it.