"I'm not that young," Will protests, wiggling across the seat to the door. He may be reluctant and wanting to stall as long as possible, but he's obedient to a fault as well. He's not going to refuse a prompt like Sam's giving, as gentle as it is. He starts shivering the second he's outside again, crossing the floppy arms of the sweatshirt over himself and burrowing down into the collar.

"Can the snowmobile talk too?" This is half-addressed to Breakdown, because...at this point it seems logical.