York listens, silent and audio input focusing on her. He runs a data search while she does so, to just.. check something. The android nods, then reaches over with warm hands to help remove bits of ice he can reach. "Correct, I was wrong. Wolfhounds are originally bred to hunt or kill wolves for hunters. I doubt this city has wolves."

Hopefully the worse they had were the glownies like the one that was content to leave fibers all over York's shirt. The description of Tris reminds York of... himself. Headstrong, angry a lot at a world he wasn't in at the moment.

He glances away, focusing on the wolf-hound to pet for the moment. "I'm sorry I had a nasty attitude when we met. When your powers were outta whack."