The cold air that was starting to settle in to the Breach wasn't exactly Phalaenopsis' cup of tea, so to speak. He'd been spending more and more time inside as the summer weather gave way to the autumn chill, but today he had ventured out in hopes of enjoying a few hours of sunlight before the frost set in. He was bundled up in what might be considered an absurd amount of layers, but seemed more or less happy to be out and about, if perhaps a bit more sluggish than usual. As he'd done a few times since helping Siegert haul it back from the cave a month prior, he wandered towards the antique shop to talk to the wonderful talking door, quite surprised to see Stig sitting on the steps wearing a happy little smile.
"Oh, hello, Stig. Did you come to see Seigert, or to talk to the door?"