Dustin seems set to ignore her at first, occupying himself again with looking around them for suitable debris that isn't totally buried under the snow, but her question catches him by surprise.

"With--?" he swivels his head back to the giftbox and immediately feels stupid for saying anything. Of course she's talking about the box. What the fuck else would he need help with? Dustin shoves a hand in his hair, looking sheepish. "I mean--not really. I was gonna build a sled for it."